Chapter 507


    Maybe I’m just reading too much into this, Naomi told herself.


    Meanwhile, Alex arrived at Hayley’s little apartment and found her waiting for him. After a round of


    passionate tussling, she started asking him about Francis. All he divulged was that Francis had suddenly


    copsed and was sent to the hospital for an emergency life-saving procedure.


    Hearing about Francis’ situation, Hayley nodded. She was not angry when she sensed how wary and


    secretive Alex was (toward her, seeing as the end she sought to achieve was for Anastasia and Elliot to


    call off their engagement.


    With Francis still in aa, Hayley doubted that Anastasia would continue with the engagement; it was


    not proper in light of the grim situation at present, and besides, the cheerful novelty of her uing


    nuptials would have already worn off by now.


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    Meanwhile, in the hotel, Anastasia could not sleep. She stood in front of the floor 10-ceiling window and


    stared out at the hospital across the road. Worry was evident in her eyes, and for each day that


    Francis stayed unconscious, she grew even more anxious.


    Elliot sighed softly and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let’s get some rest, shall we?”


    She leaned into his arms. At this moment, his embrace was the only thing. that kept her grounded when


    everything else in her life was tossed up in the air. Faith came with the sense of calm that suddenly


    washed over her; she was sure that Francis would wake up soon.


    She somehow drifted into sleep as Elliot held her through the night, but it was not a restful slumber.


    Elliot, on the other hand, hardly slept a wink, for he woke up as soon as he felt the slightest movement


    from her.


    Anastasia woke up the next morning and heard Elliot speaking on the phone with Benedict, who had


    called to tell him that Francis’ condition had not changed much. sincest night, though there were


    several tests that the hospital had scheduled for him.


    “Anastasia, the facilities in the hospital are limited. We’re going to need you to sign the consent form if


    we want to bring your father back to the hospital my family runs.” I’ll do it,” she said firmly. “I don’t care if


    Naomi objects to it. You can bring Dad over to your hospital for a thorough check-up and all other


    necessary procedures.”


    Elliot nodded and immediately gave instructions over the phone. “Bring him. over to the hospital and run


    all the necessary tests.”


    Having taken her breakfast, Anastasia headed over to the hospital to sign the patient transfer paperwork.


    It wasn’t until she saw her father being wheeled into an idling ambnce that she felt hope course


    through her. She prayed furtively that Francis would receive better treatment over at the Presgraves


    hospital.


    The ambnce had only just left when Anastasia’s phone rang. She nced at the caller ID, and upon


    seeing Naomi’s name shing on the screen, she knew that her stepmother had already found. out about


    Francis transfer to the Presgraves hospital.


    “What is it?” Anastasia demanded fearlessly, sparing no niceties as she picked up the phone.


    “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Anastasia! Who gave you the right to have your father


    transferred to another hospital? Your father is in no condition to be moved around willy-nilly! You better


    pray that he wakes up, because if he doesn’t, then you’ll have hell to pay!” Naomi snapped belligerently


    on the other line.


    “I’ll take full responsibility for anything. that might happen,” Anastasia replied. curtly. “He’s my father, and


    I want him to wake up more than anyone else, especially you.”


    “Save your false sentiments for the fool who will believe it, Anastasia. You just want your father to die so


    that you can take over hispany. That’s it, isn’t it? 1 know exactly how that mind of yours works, you


    wench! You’ve been eyeing hispany all along! Naomi used, twisting the situation: to make it


    sound like Anastasia was the one with ill intentions.


    Anastasia was so enraged by this that she trembled. She knew Naomi was only razzing her up, but her


    blood still boiled all the same. “I don’t care what you say. All I want is for Dad to get the best treatment


    there is.” She decided to ignore the wretched woman after this.


    ‘I refuse to let my husband be treated at Presgrave Hospital. I don’t feel good about it, and I demand that


    you have him. sent back to the General Hospital at once!


    You hear me?!” Naomi roared.


    Without another word, Anastasia ended the call and turned to address Elliot, who had been standing at


    the side all this while, ‘Let’s go.”


    Presently, Naomi gritted her teeth as she sped over to the hospital. “That useless wench hung up on


    me!”


    “Mom, what do we do? Presgrave Hospital has state-of-the-art facilities and some of the best doctors in


    the world. If Dad regains consciousness after receiving treatment there, then all our efforts will be for


    nothing!” Erica wailed.


    “We’re going to Presgrave Hospital right away. I’m going to bring my husband back to General Hospital


    no matter what!” Naomi seethed, making up her mind to use the wife-card to her advantage.


    Over in Francis’ most trustedw firm, Alex was in the middle of a conversation with a middle-aged man.


    On the table was an agreement with a bank cardid on top of it. “I heard that you’ve racked up quite a


    lot of gambling debts, Mr. Smithers, but I’m sure that the money in there is enough to help you tide things


    over,” Alex pointed out matter-of-factly.


    “Looks like you came prepared, Mr. Hunter. How is President Tillman doing?”