Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 5 Car Accident

Chapter 5 Car Accident

Anastasia sneered and snapped, "He bumped into me himself! I didn't even touch him. Surveillance

cameras are a great invention. Use some common sense. Look at the footage before accusing others

of something they didn’t do."

Beatrice's face stiffened, and her sobs stopped.

She seemed to have forgotten about the surveillance cameras. So, her previous accusations could

easily be disproven.

She was about to say something to clear the air when Anastasia turned away with her bag.

Christian frowned and quickly handed Charlie to Beatrice.

"Wait for me here."

He hurriedly caught up with Anastasia.

He couldn't quite decipher his feelings, but Anastasia's differences and the subtle changes in his heart

made him uneasy.

When he caught up with Anastasia, she was waiting for a car outside.

Christian stood there with a conflicted expression. His tone was cold.

"Why did you come to the hospital? Are you sick?"

Anastasia gave him a puzzled look.

He had accused her of following him here, and now he seemed concerned about her? Why would

Christian be concerned about her?

Of course, Anastasia wasn't about to let Christian know about her pregnancy, so she replied

indifferently, "I came here to visit a friend."

After all, Christian didn't know who her friends were. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Christian's face tensed up.

"Where have you been staying these days? Why haven't you come home?"

Anastasia glanced at him coldly, her voice extremely indifferent.

"Why do you care? Since I've moved out, you can bring your lover and illegitimate child to live there!"

Christian raised an angry eyebrow.

Anastasia chuckled.

"Right, Mr. Patterson, you have so many houses. How could you make them live in a second-hand

house? Their existence is no secret."

Christian suppressed his anger, silently enduring it. His voice turned cold.

"I always thought your character had no flaws. Can't you even tolerate raising Charlie and treating him

like your own?"

Anastasia's heart trembled, and she tightly clenched her fists.

Did she have to tolerate the child of him and another woman? Was she to blame for being narrow-

minded?

She smiled slowly, a touch of coldness in her expression.

"Christian, I don't want to talk about it anymore. You've seen the divorce agreement. Besides going

through the formalities, don't bother me with anything else."

The car pulled up in front of Anastasia.

She glanced at the license plate number, got into the car, and closed the door.

She didn't even spare him another glance.

It was ridiculous. Did he think she should naturally take care of his mistress and illegitimate child?

Was she supposed to degrade herself like that?

Looking at her indifferent face, Christian remained outwardly calm but internally flustered.

He hadn't told her that the public incident last time was orchestrated by the PR department.

But even if he did, she might not believe him.

Somehow, he felt like something was quietly slipping away from his heart, and he was too powerless to

stop it.

At that time, Beatrice approached from behind with a crying Charlie in her arms and asked cautiously,

"Charlie is crying again. Is he still running a fever?"

Christian snapped out of his thoughts. His face remained cold. Suppressing his icy aura, he turned

around and looked at the adorable Charlie gently.

"Don't worry. The doctor will have a solution."

Beatrice smiled weakly and looked at him tentatively.

"I saw your divorce agreement. Christian, are you really going to get a divorce?"

Christian's smile froze. His eyes turned cold in an instant, and he looked at her nonchalantly.

"No, she will always be Mrs. Patterson."

Beatrice’s disappointment was evident. She forced a fake smile, her lips stiff and her eyes cold.

"That's good. Otherwise, I would feel sad and blame myself," she added as Christian walked in with

Charlie in his arms.

Christian remained silent and walked past Beatrice without acknowledging her. Beatrice lowered her

gaze, her eyes betraying her resentment and unwillingness.

Christian didn't want a divorce, so Beatrice had decided to target Anastasia.

***

Back at home, Anastasia received several text messages from strangers. They contained intimate

photos of Beatrice and Christian, along with insults about Anastasia's fertility issues.

She didn't need to think twice to know who was behind these messages.

Anastasia saved all the messages as evidence for her divorce, which she had been handed on a silver

platter.

During this time, Anastasia enjoyed good food and had fun with Eleanor. She felt more relaxed and in a

better state than before.

That night, Eleanor took her to a club to meet some friends.

Anastasia didn't refuse the invitation. She laughed and chatted with her friends, feeling like she had

returned to the carefree days before getting married.

Halfway through the gathering, Anastasia excused herself to go to the bathroom.

To her surprise, she bumped into Beatrice there.

Anastasia looked away and took out her lipstick to touch up her makeup, treating Beatrice as a

stranger.

Beatrice observed Anastasia, who looked radiant and charming, and couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Ms. Graves, I didn't expect to find you enjoying yourself at the club. Christian and I are having a great

time here. Would you like to come and say hello?"

Anastasia could sense Beatrice's attempt to show off. She smiled indifferently and glanced at

Beatrice's pretentious face in the mirror, her tone cold.

"If you're capable, ask Christian to divorce me. Don't bother me, or I'll slap you."

Anastasia warned Beatrice fiercely, giving her a cold gaze, and then turned to leave.

As she walked away, a piece of paper accidentally fell out of her bag. Unaware of it, Anastasia

continued on her way.

However, Beatrice bent down and picked up the paper. It was an examination report. As she read the

results, she was shocked.

Anastasia was pregnant!

Beatrice tightly clutched the report, feeling a surge of unease and growing nervousness.

She struggled to breathe. If Christian found out about Anastasia's pregnancy, all her efforts would be in

vain. And her hopes of becoming part of the Patterson family with Charlie would be shattered.

Beatrice's eyes turned dark and filled with determination.

She would never let anyone stand in her way!

Anastasia returned to the private room, where everyone was almost drunk. Eleanor called an end to

the gathering, and Anastasia went outside to wait for Eleanor and the designated driver.

Standing at the intersection, surrounded by dim streetlights, Anastasia gently smiled, placing one hand

on her lower abdomen. She seemed to be talking to her baby.

In that instant, Beatrice's anger and ruthlessness erupted. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her

eyes filled with malice and fury.

There was only one crazy thought in her mind. She wanted to drive over and kill Anastasia's baby!

She couldn't allow Anastasia and her baby to become obstacles. If they were eliminated, no one would

steal Christian from her.

Everything should have been hers!

In her heart, she cursed, "Anastasia, go to hell with your baby!"

Beatrice was tense all over. Gritting her teeth, she slammed on the accelerator.

Go to hell!As Anastasia looked up, she was met with a fierce glare from the opposite side, making it

impossible for her to even open her eyes.

Then, with a harsh grinding sound, a car came rushing toward her at high speed.

In that moment, her mind went blank, and her limbs turned cold.

As the car collided with her, she saw clearly who was behind the wheel.

It was Beatrice.

The sharp sound seemed to pierce through the silent night sky.

With a loud crash, Anastasia was sent flying through the air and landed heavily on the ground.

Intense pain surged through her body, as if every bone had shattered, and then all the pain

concentrated in her lower abdomen.

Warm liquid flowed from her body, as if something was slowly leaving her.

Her heart constricted, and fear and excruciating pain overwhelmed her.

Anastasia couldn't move a muscle. She felt abandoned by the world.

Save her baby...

She had made up her mind to raise the baby alone.

But now, she was on the verge of losing her child.

She was helpless. Tears and blood mixed together, streaming down her face.

In great pain, she couldn’t a single word. The harsh light ominously filled her surroundings. The smell of

blood filled her nostrils, and her vision grew increasingly blurred.

The three-year marriage had left her with nothing.

Her heart felt like it was being crushed in someone's hands.

The pain spread through every nerve in her body.

There was a deafening silence all around. But Anastasia could almost hear Eleanor's panicked and

hysterical cries.

Gradually, the ringing in her ears faded away...

Soon, she passed out.