Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Gone

Eleanor coldly snorted and walked away without a word.

The lawyer added from behind, "I am Ms. Graves' legal representative. Please get in touch with me for the afterward."

He exchanged business cards with Christian's lawyer before following Eleanor's departure.

Christian's lawyer glanced at the business card and was in surprise.

"This is a top-tier lawyer from a prestigious law firm. He has never lost a case."

Christian stood there stiffly, instructing Brian, "Find where Anastasia is."

Brian nodded in response.

Shortly after Christian returned to the company, Beatrice went to work, too.

She gently made him a cup of coffee, but he glanced at it without taking a sip.

His taste had already changed. He preferred the coffee Anastasia cooked now.

His mind was filled with thoughts of her at this moment.

Beatrice's face turned pale, and she cautiously looked at him.

"What's wrong, Christian? Are you not feeling well?"

Christian's face was cold. "Do you know who the person you hit last night was?"

Beatrice pursed her lips and shook her head anxiously.

Christian was on the edge of rage.

"You hit Anastasia! You really have no idea?"

Beatrice froze briefly, with tears streaming down her face. She walked over, grabbed his hand, and sobbed.

"Anastasia? I really didn't know. It didn't mean to. Is she okay? Can I apologize to her?"

Christian pulled his hand back as his face turned pale.

His eyes showed indifference and suspicion to her.

Beatrice cried hysterically, clinging to his shoulders, afraid of losing something.

"How could I harm her? Don't you believe me? I am a mother. How could I lie?"

Christian gave her a deep look. His gaze was dark and unfathomable, exuding an overwhelming aura.

"I will investigate this accident thoroughly. If you did it intentionally, you would pay for this, for my lost baby."

Beatrice stiffened slightly, and her expression changed. Then, she quickly wiped away her tears and stood up.

"You don't trust me? I'll apologize to Ms. Graves and ask for her forgiveness. If she refuses, I'll turn myself into the police and go to jail. From now on, Charlie will be entrusted to you."

Christian's gaze was obscured. He said indifferently.

"Very well. I'll arrange for you to go abroad in a few days."

After he finished speaking, Beatrice froze in disbelief. Her face turned even paler, and she stood still, a hint of fear crossing her eyes.

Christian ignored her and walked away directly.

There were just too many coincidences, and he couldn't help but think more.

He owed Anastasia too much. Once she recovered, he would bring her back and make it up to her, treating her better.

...

Anastasia didn't know how many days she had been unconscious.

When she woke up again, her whole body ached.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around, momentarily taken aback by the surroundings.

The luxurious decor, the familiar yet unfamiliar limited edition furniture arrangements, exquisite antique vases placed everywhere, and the crystal curtains she had custom-made abroad.

At that moment, her eyes welled up with tears.

This was her room! The home she hadn't returned to for three years.

She was Anastasia, the heiress of the Graves Group, groomed to be the successor since childhood!

"Ms. Graves, you're awake?"

A voice sounded nearby. Someone called out excitedly, "Ms. Graves has woken up!"