Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 878

Anthony patted Charlie on the head and said, “She’s tired and is still sleeping. Don’t bother her, alright?”

“Okay!” The triplets responded in unison.

Anthony took the triplets down the stairs for breakfast before telling them to go and play.

Anne woke up at ten dazedly and sat up after a while.

The exhaustion that took over her body drained her. She stared out the window blankly, wishing that she could stay asleep forever.

It would have been fortunate if she could die in her sleep, but she then realized it was not something an

unfortunate person like her should ever hope for.

Happiness had always been so far from her reach…

She lifted the sleeves of her silk pajamas and removed the bandage on her wound. The wound had crusted, and the skin around it was still red.

She ran her finger through the scar and felt the uneven surface. Anne did not know how she managed to survive the past few days, and describing herself as walking dead

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would have been an understatement.

The scar simply looked so out of place to her that she desperately wanted to tear it open.

She dug her nails in, and the scab began to break, with blood oozing out of the wound.

It was just a few drops of blood at the beginning, but it

soon turned into a stream of blood that trickled down to

the blanket.

“What are you doing?!” Anthony shouted and grabbed

her hand.

There was blood on her fingertips that slipped down to her palm, then to her wrist. Soon, there was blood on the blanket and all over her arms.

His expression darkened as he breathed heavily and

tensed.

Anthony kept a trembling hand on Anne’s wrist and called Kathryn with his free hand.

After the call, he commanded Hayden to bring the first aid kit.

The maid came in and was instantly startled by all the blood. She lowered her head and hastily opened the first

aid kit.

Anthony sat by the bed and cleaned the blood around her wound and everywhere else with sanitizer while Anne

stared at her arm unblinkingly as though she could not feel the pain.

Enraged, he grabbed her by the chin, and questioned, ” What are you doing? Tell me!”

She simply stared at him in silence without responding, which pushed his anger over the edge.

“Did you not hear me?!”

“Are you mad? You want to lock me in a cage, right? I can crawl in there myself,” she asked.

The veins on Anthony’s neck began to show as he glared at her, unable to bring himself to strengthen his hold on her.

They heard knocking on the door, and Kathryn stepped into the bedroom shortly after.

The air inside the room felt as though it was frozen, and Kathryn could not help but frown when she saw the blood on the sheets.

Anthony let go of Anne’s wrist and walked to the side.

Kathryn hurried over to untie the bandage around Anne’s wrist, revealing the wound underneath. She studied the ragged wound and realized that the wound had been torn open by hand, and Anne was the only one who would do such a thing.

She had committed self–harm once again.