My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713

When Anastasia walked over, Elliot forced a smile. “Come with me to send this over to be stored. I‘ll come and pick it up in three days.” 

Anastasia nodded lightly, and she turned to say to Sophia behind her, “Sophia, you can go back in my aunt‘s car first.” 

After Brenda called Sophia away, Anastasia accompanied Elliot and temporarily stored the urn. When the funeral was ready, they would send Harriet to her final resting place. 

Meanwhile, Sophia remembered that her phone was still charging in the hospital halfway through the car ride, so she got out of Brenda‘s car and took a taxi directly to the hospital to pick it up. However, when she arrived, she found that a nurse had put away her phone, but the nurse had clocked off and the phone was kept in her locker, so she could only pick it up on the next day. 

She sighed and called a taxi home. When she reached home, it was already half past six in the evening. She was deep in thought while walking in the direction of her house when she felt someone block her way all of a sudden. 

“Wait a minute, please, Miss Sophia.” 

She jolted in surprise and lifted her head to see a middle–aged man with a stern expression. “Who are you?” 

“Old Madam Weiss wants to see you,” the man immediately replied. 

Sophia immediately understood that the person he mentioned was Arthur‘s grandmother. She couldn‘t help but nervously ask, “Is Young Master Weiss there?” 

“Old Madam Weiss is waiting for you. Please get in the car.” The man did not answer her question, but opened the car door next to him in a threatening tone. 

She took a deep breath, and could only follow him obediently. She had a hunch as to why Martha wanted to see her. 

The car was driven toward a quiet coffee shop. In a private room, she saw a luxurious old lady basked under the light. The lady was kind and regal, making one afraid to act presumptuously in front of her. 

“Hello, Old Madam Weiss, I‘m Sophia.” She stood before the lady with her heart in her throat. 

Martha raised her head and looked up and down at the girl in front of her. The girl was in her early twenties, and her body was as clean as a piece of paper. Her face was 

pure and pleasant to look at, and she had a bright yet quiet aura. Sure enough, her grandson had a good eye. This girl was indeed a little different. Under Martha‘s gaze Sophia could only hold her breath, not daring to look around, and at the same time she was extremely nervous.