It wouldn't be fair to label Anthony as a pessimist, but he indeed always anticipated the worst outcomes.
On the contrary, Thalia was like the rising sun in the morning, always filling people with hope and vitality. Such a personality perfectly complemented Anthony's.
It seemed as if, as long as Thalia was by his side, Anthony truly had nothing to worry about.
“What? You don't believe me?” Thalia asked.
After a while, Anthony nodded. “I believe you.”
Only then did Thalia nod in satisfaction. “That's more like it. Believe in me, and everything will be possible.”
Anthony looked at her, and he was on the verge of rolling his eyes at her.
Indeed, just a bit of sunshine could make it brilliantly shine.
Thalia, however, laughed without a care. “Believe it or not, it's up to you.” With that, she turned around. “All right, it's getting late. Go to sleep early. Only with enough rest can you have the energy to face tomorrow.”
With that, she waved at him and went straight back to her room, closing the door behind her.
Anthony remained seated in front of the computer, watching her retreating figure. In that moment, just in that moment, he suddenly found Thalia's words to be very sensible.
With that in mind, he closed his laptop and went straight back to his room, carrying it with him.
The night passed peacefully.
Maybe things were progressing, or perhaps they were just too exhausted. The two of them slept like a log.
It wasn't until ten o'clock the next morning that Anthony finally woke up.
Upon seeing the message on his phone, Anthony immediately dialed the number.
The phone was answered quickly, and Anthony promptly called out in a well-behaved manner, “Nat.”
“Just woke up?” Natasha asked softly, noticing the grogginess in his voice that often followed sleep.
“Yes.”
“Being able to sleep until this hour, it seems things are progressing quite well,” Natasha said.
Hearing that, Anthony immediately answered, “Well, there has been some progress. We are waiting for the results today, but I'm not sure if we'll get them.”
Natasha didn't ask much further. Instead, she said, “To make progress on a matter from over a decade ago is already quite fortunate. As for the outcome, don't place too much importance on it!”
“How could I not care when it concerns my father's reputation?” Anthony asked.
Natasha was taken aback. “Compared to this, your father might be more concerned about your situation. He doesn't care about these things at all!”
“Daddy cares about me, and I care about him too!” Anthony murmured.
Upon hearing these words, Natasha paused for a few seconds before responding, “All right. I will relay your message to your father.”
Taking a deep breath, Anthony said, “Nat, I'll be back soon!”
“Regardless, stay safe!” Natasha said.
“I will!”
“Bye!”
“Right!”
And so, the phone call ended.
Anthony held his phone, and although the call had already ended, it felt as if Natasha was right there beside him.
No matter when or where, as long as he could hear her voice, Anthony always felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
With thoughts swirling, Anthony took a deep breath.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Upon hearing the sound, Anthony headed toward the door.
The door swung open, and there stood Thalia, leaning against the frame, looking as though she had just woken up.
“What happened?” Anthony asked.
Thalia yawned. “That person will be coming soon.”
“Who is that person?” Anthony asked.
With a glance, Thalia retorted, “Who do you think?”
Anthony paused for a moment, then asked, “Are you referring to the person from last night?”
Thalia nodded, maintaining her usual languid demeanor.
“When is he coming?” Anthony asked.
“He had just called me.”
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