The Bound Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377 

The little girl’s words had the man in the room all riled up. With a feather duster in hand, the man pointed at the girl and said, “You got some nerve, looking down on me. Go and find your real parents, then. Let’s see what you got, you little rascal, you’re really pushing it.” 

The little girl retorted defiantly, “I will find my parents. I don’t need you!” 

She stormed off to the elevator, temper flaring. 

The man quickly tried to coax her back, “Layna, you’re really pushing it, aren’t you? Just wait till I teach you a lesson.” 

He brandished the feather duster, pretending to smack her a few times, just to scare her. He wasn’t really hitting her, but the little girl started wailing. “Child abuse! Duncan is abusing a child!” 

Hearing the girl’s name, Anastasia realized that this was the child Anthony had mentioned. 

Anastasia was a bit surprised to see such a naturally rebellious little girl What a fiery temper she had. 

Anastasia was quick to try and soothe the man, “Um… I…” 

Before she could finish her sentence, the man dragged the little girl into the house and slammed the door shut. In his fit of anger, he completely ignored Anastasia. 

Anastasia was stunned. Monica was also shocked by the scene. “Ana, is that your daughter? She has quite a temper.” 

Despite being about the same age as Pattie, the two girls were worlds apart. One was well-behaved, gentle, and soft-spoken, and the other was just like a hot pepper. 

“It’s definitely a surprise.” Anastasia rang the doorbell again. After a while, the man opened the door, and Anastasia quickly said, “Hello, Duncan. I’m Anastasia. I need to speak with you about something. Can we talk?” 

“Who are you? What do you want?” The man, also with a fiery temper, looked at Anastasia and Monica suspiciously. 

Anastasia didn’t want to disclose her intentions just yet, as the child’s identity wasn’t clear, and she didn’t want to stir up a fuss. Anastasia said, “I was referred by Anthony.” 

Hearing Anthony’s name, the man’s expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he said, “Come in and talk.” 

“Thank you.” Anastasia nodded politely and entered the house with Monica. 

The little girl was standing in the corner of the living room, looking defiant. The man yelled, “Get in your room, and stop staring. Until your parents come to get you, you are my daughter. Behave yourself.” 

“My parents will come for me. You, Duncan, are too poor to be my father,” the little girl retorted fiercely and stormed off to her 

room. 

The first impression the little girl gave Anastasia was that she was ill-mannered, always shouting and yelling, calling adults by their first names, and was materialistic; there were significant issues. 

Anastasia frowned and asked, “Duncan, has she always been like this?” 

“Today’s actually a good day. Usually, she’s so rowdy that she could burn the house down. She’s always nagging about finding her real parents, complaining that I can’t provide her with a good life.” 

Duncan glanced sideways at Anastasia and lit a cigarette. “Anthony called me. Do you want to take the kid? I have no objections. The sooner she leaves, the better for me.” 

Anastasia didn’t expect Duncan to be so straightforward. She hadn’t even confirmed the child’s identity, and he was already asking her to take her away. 

Monica said, “Duncan, isn’t this a bit hasty? Shouldn’t we do a DNA test first?” 

“Whatever.” Duncan was clearly impatient. Looking at Anastasia, he said, “If you really are her mother, take her. Raising kids is a headache.” 

Anastasia quickly said, “I understand it must have been hard. This child… indeed, seems challenging. Duncan, how about this? I’ll do a DNA test with her first. Once the results are out, we can discuss further.” 

“Whatever, whatever.” Duncan seemed completely indifferent, eager to get rid of the child.