Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 142

Ella was momentarily taken aback, seemingly caught off guard by the situation.

It took a considerable amount of time before she came back to her senses. “Aunt Andrea, did you hear the way your granddaughter-in-law was speaking? Her husband works so tirelessly to support their family financially. She doesn’t even have a job and relies solely on Alastor for financial support. Doesn’t she care about her husband at all? How can she speak so callously?”

Andrea had grown accustomed to such remarks. With a hint of frustration on her face, she retorted, “I was finally discharged today. This should be a cause for celebration. If you have something to say, please, continue. If not, then please, shut your mouth. A wife’s role is to be loved and supported. Will your satisfaction only come if your children tread the same path as you, living in discomfort? Both of them have their own lives to lead. Why do you feel the need to pass judgment?”

A faint smile curled at the corners of Anastasia’s lips as she observed Andrea. She couldn’t help but think that Andrea might be the only rational person in the entire Lopez family.

“Aunt Andrea, look at what you’re doing. You must stop spoiling her. I’ve heard from Naomi that this daughter-in-law of yours isn’t as pleasant as she appears,” Ella retorted, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. When she spotted Naomi entering the scene, it was as if she had found an ally. “Naomi, see this for yourself! Your daughter-in-law won’t even move. Even Alastor had to take care of washing the fruits for her.”

A shadow passed over Naomi’s face. No matter how she looked at it, she found nothing appealing about Anastasia. However, Alastor had previously warned her about Andrea’s fragile health and her inability to endure shocks. So, she chose not to cross the line. “Humph, she’s not one to tolerate being controlled, is she?” Naomi mocked.

Anastasia remained composed in her seat, a sneer playing on her lips.

“Annie, come join me in the other room. The atmosphere here is suffocating,” Andrea urged in a low voice as she gently took hold of Anastasia’s hand, guiding her to another room.

grateful smile

tell me the truth. You and Alastor… Are you two fighting?” Andrea murmured.

age, her sixth

lowered her head. Not a single word escaped her

sighing softly before retrieving a bracelet from a jewelry box. “This bracelet was originally meant for my daughter-in-law, but Naomi didn’t like it, and found it old-fashioned. Perhaps it suits

she did that,

you to think it through. You and Alastor must trust one another. That child… He had never received much paternal affection during his childhood, and that’s been his loss. Not to mention, his mother is a woman with an assertive personality. He mostly grew up with his grandfather. The wound from

would show more empathy

well-being. If Alastor truly lets you slip away, it would only mean he was unworthy of you.” She let out a

a twinge of anxiety crossed her expression as she wondered if Andrea

keen judgment. Even so, onlookers see most of the game. I’ve said what I

up an album from the table, adjusted her glasses, and began leafing through it. “I realize I might come off as self-centered when sharing all this with you. The issues with Alastor were primarily his fault. I have no right to ask you

lowered her head and remained

said as she smiled,