NovelEnglishChapter 466
Anastasia didn't waste any more words with Granny Anita; she raised her knife and lunged straight for Granny
Anita's chest, wanting to see if her heart was as black as her deeds.
Granny Anita's legs buckled in sheer terror, causing her to collapse to the ground, narrowly avoiding the knife.
"You're insane, Anastasia, you've gone mad!" Granny Anita croaked, scrambling on the floor and making a run
for the exit, screaming for help. But no one came.
The restroom was tucked away at the far end of a long hallway, with excellent soundproofing. Anyone who saw
the "Under Maintenance" sign outside would steer clear, oblivious to the horror unfolding within. Granny Anita
was petrified. Her fall had left her old bones aching.
Anastasia stood over her, blocking her path and flashed a bloodthirsty grin. "What's the matter? Scared now? Did
you ever think this day would cwhen you were plotting against me?"
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Anastasia, her emotions boiling over, crouched down and grabbed Granny Anita by the collar, staring at her age-
spotted face with raw disgust and hatred.
"Granny Anita, do you even know what I've been through in the hospital these past few days?" Anastasia's voice
shook with raw emotion. "You have no idea. I've cried myself to sleep every night, questioning what | ever did to
deserve this. My child didn't even get a chance to see this world, and all | could think about in the hospital was
how to make you pay for what you did."
Anastasia was beyond herself with grief, her eyes blazing with rage. It seemed like she wanted to devour Granny
Anita alive.
Granny Anita, her frail bones trembling, couldn't bear such terror, especially with Anastasia holding a knife.
Granny Anita's eyes avoided Anastasia's as she stuttered, "I thought you were carrying an illegitimate child. You
were careless, getting pregnant before marriage, having a daughter, and messing around with men. How was |
supposed to know it was Herman's child? | regret it now, that was Herman's first child, and | heard it was a boy."
Anastasia listened and found Granny Anita's words laughable. She laughed, a manic laugh tinged with tears.
Her laughter sent chills down Granny Anita's spine, freezing her in place.
Anastasia stopped laughing and looked at Granny Anita with pure disgust. "You only regret it because the child
was a boy. If it had been a girl, or not Herman's, would you still feel remorse? How could someone be as cold-
blooded as you? | saw you walking out of the luxury boutique earlier, laughing happily. How could you possibly
feel any remorse?"
"Anastasia, are you saying you're not after Herman's money?" Granny Anita sneered. "I'll tell you this, it's
impossible for Herman's child to be born from you. Even if given a second chance, | would still do the same.
You're not worthy of continuing the Salstrom lineage. If anyone's to blame, it's the child's fate for being born to
you."
Granny Anita's words, dripping with venom, echoed in Anastasia's ears.
Anastasia's hand, clutching the fruit knife, trembled with rage. Thinking about her lost child, the pain of it
struggling inside her, her hatred surged. She couldn't hold back anymore. She raised the knife and roared, "Then
you can go to hell and compensate my son!" With Granny Anita's horrified face in view, Anastasia plunged the
knife into her chest, blood splattering everywhere.
When the world finally fell silent, Anastasia's rage was spent. Looking at Granny Anita, now lifeless, Anastasia
realized she had just committed murder.
Anastasia was paralyzed with fear, her limbs going cold. She stood up, staring at Granny Anita on the floor,
feeling utterly helpless. She stumbled back, dropping the knife.
Her mind was a chaotic mess, blank with shock.
Anastasia clutched her head in agony, sprinting out of the restroom in a panic, her hands still stained with
Granny Anita's blood.
Just as she ran out, Julie, who had clooking for Granny Anita, saw Anastasia's panicked figure darting away.
Sensing trouble, Julie rushed into the restroom and found Granny Anita lying on the floor, a blood-stained fruit
knife nearby.
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