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Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 78
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Chapter 78

Alastor was stunned and frowned.

“Anastasia’s art exhibition…” he thought.

“There is too much rage on the Internet. I suggest you… cancel the art exhibition” Alastor asked

Anastasia to cancel it.

Anastasia looked at Alastor with no emotions in her eyes.

That was her last art exhibition.

She devoted all her efforts to that art exhibition.

It was her beginning and also her farewell.

It was also a memorial service that she had prepared for herself.

“I won’t cancel it. Alastor. This is my last art exhibition. After this time… I won’t hold any more art

exhibitions. Just take it as the only compensation you would give me for our marriage for four years.”

Anastasia looked at Alastor and begged him to participate.

She wanted her memorial service to be a little more complete.

It was also a complete end to the relationship..

“Why…” Alastor frowned in confusion. He felt anxious for no reason.

“No reason… It’s the end.” Anastasia shook her head. “Felicia still has a lot of opportunities. You just

need to… Give me one last chance,”

She begged Alastor to participate in the art exhibition, and then she would give him to Felicia.

“From now on, we’ll live our separate lives.”

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“There’ll definitely be no more entanglement, she thought.

Anastasia’s voice was hoarse, and her eyes slowly focused on Alastor.

“TI think about it” Alastor frowned and didn’t agree immediately.

“I’ll wait for you until the early morning” Anastasia whispered.

Alastor didn’t say anything more. He pointed to the pesto pasta on the table, motioned for Anastasia to

eat, and turned around to leave.

As she heard the door close, Anastasia’s world was dark again.

Anastasia slowly stood up and sat at the dining table, wiping her tears while eating that bowl of pesto

pasta.

The abuse on the Internet continued, and those netizens were still attacking Charles madly.

Anastasia called her teacher, but he didn’t want to answer her calls anymore.

Anastasia was unwilling to admit defeat. She made calls again and again, but Charles did not answer

them.

Anastasia cried and hugged herself tightly, throwing her phone aside.

After a while, Charles called Anastasia.

Anastasia adjusted her mood nervously and answered the phone with trembling fingers. “M-Mr.

Lexington…

On the other side of the phone, Charles was silent for a long time and sighed. “Do you regret it?”

Charles’ first question was to ask Anastasia if she regretted it..

He pondered. “If she obediently cultivated her talents and allowed her potential to flourish… If she

pursued higher education abroad and returned to chart her own path… How wonderful would that be?”

However, before she reached the peak, she retreated bravely and became a housewife.

‘Mr. Lexington… I regret it. I regret it.” Anastasia cried and said she regretted it while pulling her hair

tightly.

Yet, what else could she do?

Time would not give her a chance to make another choice.

The majority of life’s paths are chosen by the individual living it, and the resulting consequences

naturally followed suit.

“Anastasia, calm down. Your teacher is still here.” Charles sighed and said again, “I will find a way to

clarify this for you. Don’t

be afraid.”

Anastasia covered her mouth and cried like a child.

In this cold world, she rarely experienced warmth.

For Anastasia, her teacher was more like her benefactor and her father.

“Mr. Lexington… Anastasia cried so hard that she couldn’t speak anymore.

“Adjust your emotions.” Charles scolded Anastasia. “You are Anastasia. What did you promise me

when you were in school? You promised that no one would be able to defeat you! Artists should have a

rich, colorful, and strong inner world”

Anastasia covered her mouth and nodded desperately.

Anastasia

“Mr. Lexington… Should 1 still have an art exhibition after the festival? Anastasia wanted to hear her

teacher’s opinion.

“Why shouldn’t you do it? Canceling it now would make it seem like you’re admitting guilt! Yes! It’s not

just about doing it; it’s also about making a significant statement!” Charles exclaimed passionately.

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Anastasia grew confident. “Okay!”

“Anastasia, adjust your emotions and open the door. Jason couldn’t get in touch with you, so he came

to me. He knocked on your door. Why didn’t you open it?”

Anastasia was stunned for a moment and thought, “Jason…”

“The kid is looking for you. Open the door for him.”

Anastasia looked out of the window blankly and didn’t have time to think about how her teacher knew

Jason.

The weather was so gloomy. It rained and snowed, and it looked very cold.

The yard was empty.

Anastasia ran quickly to the window and saw Jason standing in the snow, waiting for her

Anastasia’s heart skipped a beat

Was Jason standing outside when Alastor dropped by earlier on?

He looked soaked, and she didn’t know how long he had been standing there.

Anastasia’s fingers trembled a little. She ran quickly to open the door but stoppel.

After hanging up her call with Charles, Anastasia called Jason.

“Anastasia… I’m here. Jason’s first sentence after answering the phone was that he was there for her.

He would always be there for her.

Anastasia squatted on the ground and started crying hoarsely.

She cried for a long time before she said anything. “Leave…”

Jason could not be dragged down by her current situation.

Jason was also one of the people in the art circle. Presently, she had a disgraceful reputation, and

even Zachary had been involved. Netizens even managed to find out about him.

She was afraid that Jason would also be exposed.

She feared that Jason’s secret of entering the juvenile detention center might be revealed.

She was concerned that those individuals might discover Jace’s scars and cause him further pain.