Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

After Anastasia finished the bowl of porridge, Elliot came in to accompany her. Not long later, she fell asleep under his consolation, and Sophia entered again to cover her with a blanket and stay by her side.

“Are you her new assistant?” Elliot didn’t recognize Sophia. After all, there were too many people at the wedding.

Sophia hurriedly got up and replied, “Yes, President Presgrave, my name is Sophia Goodwin.”

“In that case, please take care of my wife and don’t let anyone disturb her,” Elliot instructed.

“Yes, sir,” Sophia answered softly.

After Elliot left, Sophia patiently stayed by Anastasia’s side while she slept. Meanwhile, her phone that had been put on silent mode rang, but she didn’t notice that the contact name was Arthur’s. Soon after, it rang again. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen missed calls were displayed on the screen.

Sophia looked at Anastasia’s haggard expression, feeling pained at the sight. Just then, a few nurses started talking at the door. She hurriedly got up and went out, whispering to them, “Mrs. Presgrave is resting. Please keep your voice down.”

surprise and

the floor-to-ceiling windows. What was this? The bird that he set free had flown away from him? Why couldn’t he contact Sophia? What

give up, he picked up his phone and continued to make another call, but he still received no

grabbed the car keys from the table,

chatting with a maid. He hurriedly concealed his irritation and stepped forward with a

“You’re going out?”

I’m heading downstairs to get a cup of coffee,” Arthur replied as he helped

time with Emily if you’re free. It’s boring

“I will.”

me to get my clothes made. I heard that there’s a good boutique here that specializes in making

come here and tailor your clothes

for that. It’s a vintage boutique that tailors embroidered clothes, so you can’t cause such a huge fuss.” Martha only wanted to live an ordinary

with you.”

of taking a look at her phone, she found that her phone had run out of power as she had carelessly forgotten to charge it last night. Hence, she could only take her phone to the nurse’s station

home. Harriet had instructed during her lifetime that she wanted to be cremated, so the next step was the