Chapter 403


    Chapter 403


    Layna’s actions were extreme and unexpected.


    Reagan grabbed Layna’s hand roughly, snapping, “You think I want to be here? If I weren’t here, you’d


    be on the streets begging or back at the orphanage.”


    Layna shook off Reagan’s grip, moving to stand by Anastasia’s side. She was on the brink of tears. “I


    have a mom. I want to live with my mom.”


    If Layna hadn’t been so wickedly maniptive, Anastasia might have considered adopting her, to keep


    Pattiepany. However, Layna relentlessly attempted to outshine Pattie, even resorting to


    endangering her, which made Anastasia hesitate.


    Reagan got to his feet, pointing at Layna and shouting, “Anastasia isn’t your real mom. You were born


    to a life of hardship with me. You don’t have the luck to be Ms. Anastasia’s daughter. Now,e with


    me or you’ll be begging on the streets.”


    “No, I am mom’s daughter!” Layna clung to Anastasia’s hand, crying, “Mom, I’m sorry. I’ll never hurt


    Pattie again. I’ll be good, and I’ll take care of Pattie. I don’t want to leave with Reagan.”


    Layna had heard Salma talking about their uing move to a new house, which was a grand


    mansion like those from the TV shows. It had a team of housekeepers and servants. She had been


    dreaming of a princess-like life. Her mind was filled with dreams of countless toys and pretty clothes.


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    Layna looked at Anastasia in anticipation. Anastasia, however, was oblivious to the thoughts in Layna’s


    mind. Seeing Layna’s tears stirred something in her. Perhaps bing a mother had softened her


    heart.


    But it was only a momentary softening. She stuck to her decision. “Layna, your father loves you too. Go


    with him. Focus on your studies. Live a good life. I’lle to see you.”


    “I don’t want to.” Layna’s tears continued to flow. “Mom, I want to go with you. You promised me. You


    said I would have my own room in the new house.”


    “Enough with the crying.” Reagan grabbed Layna’s arm. “Anastasia isn’t your real mother. I’m


    your legal guardian. Stop trying to cling to her. I know what you want – afortable life with her. But


    that’s not your fate.”


    He didn’t care whether Layna wanted to go or not. He just dragged her out of the house. Salma tried to


    intervene. “Hey, go easy on her. She’s just a kid…”


    “I know what I’m doing,” Reagan retorted, picking up Layna and tucking her under his arm. “Anastasia,


    I’ll take this brat back with me.”


    Anastasia stood up. “Reagan, I suggest you find a different way to deal with her. The more you push,


    the more she’ll resist.”


    “I’m just short-tempered.” Reagan shrugged, and then left, still carrying Layna. “Let’s go.”


    Layna struggled, yelling, “Reagan, let me go! I don’t want to go with you. I’m supposed to be rich. I


    want my real mom. Help, Reagan’s kidnapping me…”


    Salma watched, stunned. “That girl… is such a rebel.”


    Anastasia watched as Reagan and Layna left, murmuring, “I hope Layna realizes she’s actually got a


    good father.”


    No matter how much Layna yelled or even bit him, Reagan only frowned, never hitting her.


    His harshness was all talk.


    After they’d left, Anastasia said, “Mom, let’s go back to the hospital. Monica’s alone there with Pattie.”


    Anastasia had just stepped out of the café when her phone rang. It was Monica. “Ana, Grannie Anita’s


    here. She knows Pattie is your daughter and she’s making à scene.”


    Hearing this, Anastasia hurried towards the hospital.