Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 144

When it was time for dinner, Alastor was busy in the dining room.

Observing him as he diligently prepared dinner, Naomi could not help but feel bad for him. “How could your grandma send the housekeeper home, given her poor physical condition?”

In a low voice, Alastor rebuked, “Wendy had been taking care of Grandma in the hospital. She deserves to have a holiday today.”

Naomi’s heart broke as she watched her son toil in the dining room. Raising her voice, she said, “Even so, you shouldn’t be preparing dinner. Where is Anastasia? Get her to do it!”

“Why should she do it?” Alastor furrowed his brows in response to his mother’s words. “She has just had a miscarriage and is in poor health. She needs rest. Besides, what I’m doing now isn’t laborious.”

Naomi’s voice grew louder as she continued her barrage of scolding and said, “Don’t you know that men don’t belong in the kitchen? This family depends on you to bring home money. Meanwhile, she simply spends her days at home eating, sleeping, and eating again without working. It’s as if she just waits to enjoy the fruits of your labor. How can she do that? Does she think she’s a queen? All she seems to care about is raising a pet every day. I bet she doesn’t even know how to support herself without you.”

Those words were actually meant for Anastasia.

Alastor’s expression turned grim. He responded, “Are you done? Before Anastasia married me, did you ever care when I worked so hard at the company that I had gastrointestinal bleeding? Back then, Anastasia woke up at five or six in the morning, took the bus to the farmer’s market, fought with the crowds to buy groceries, and then took the bus home to cook food for me every day.”

Previously, Alastor had no idea of the hardship Anastasia had gone through for him.

He now understood that it was never an easy task to buy groceries and cook.

She spent a few hundred thousand dollars every time she headed out. I wonder who that asshole was that

face, Alastor threw the plates and cutlery onto the table before storming

point, he really did not want to talk to his mother because

was never good

doing the chores. Let Anastasia deal with them,” Naomi

do these!” Naomi said

her limit, prompting her to shout angrily, “Why don’t

fear, Naomi stood up straight and nervously looked at Andrea. “Mom, why are you

your mother, as I will not raise my child to be like you,” Andrea expressed her anger while looking at Naomi. “Don’t you remember why Alastor’s father left home back then? It seems you haven’t

a panic, Naomi lowered her head

Go home.” Andrea wanted Naomi to leave.

shouted nervously.

wall,

that the elegant and dignified Andrea had gotten so

supported Andrea. She worried that the latter would

harm her health.

angry.” Alastor also

leave first, saying, “Mom, you should go home