Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

The child who addressed him as mister was in actuality his son, and to have gotten to know him as a stranger at first must feel terribly upsetting and regrettable.

Words could not describe the love he felt for his son. Elliot sensed that Anastasia was behind him, so he adjusted Jared’s covers lightly and got up to leave.

Anastasia had been standing there for quite some time. She was dressed quite thinly so she was starting to feel a little cold. Elliot’s large hands warmed up her chilly ones as he pulled her back to bed.

The next day, Anastasia received a call from Francis. He called to inform her that Naomi’s court proceedings would begin on Tuesday and asked if she had time to attend. Naturally, Anastasia would make the time for it. She wanted to

witness Naomi’s downfall in person and see if Naomi truly regretted what she did.

Tuesday morning, after dropping Jared off at school, Anastasia and Elliot went over to the courthouse.

Francis was already there when they arrived, and he seemed to have worked through his emotions as he was a lot calmer this time.

Naomi was brought into the courtroom. Her hands and feet were cuffed, and her hair had turned gray in many areas. She looked as if she had aged ten years. When she saw the people sitting in the stands, she looked over at Francis with pleading eyes and her voice trembled as she called out,

at all. Naomi glanced at Anastasia, but she knew that with her here, there was no

forgive her. Elliot was also sitting beside Anastasia, and compared to them, Naomi looked like she belonged

describe the sequence of events, it was still enough to shock and strike fury in the hearts of anyone who heard it. For the

culprits behind the entire scheme were Erica, Alex,

recount of what she had done. She saw Francis sitting there with his head lowered, and tears of anger and regret began to stream

married her. He worked hard to build his empire, but he would always provide her a princely sum to spend every month. She was free to do whatever she wanted with it, and her daughter, the one she had hidden away all these years, was

everything turn out this way in

only did she ruin her own life,

ruined her daughter’s youth

future.

remained calm on the outside, but on the inside, she was hoping that her father would

but please… please forgive Erica. I’m the one who taught her to do everything. She’s not a bad person.” Francis said nothing. Naomi had received an eighteen-year sentence. If she managed to stay alive until the end of her sentence, she would be an old woman in her seventies when

a reply from Francis, she screamed in tears, “Erica has treated you like a father for 22