Chapter 918 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Chapter 918 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Reading about Sienna would undoubtedly help me get better at pretending to be her, but I realized it had nothing to do with the life I had lost.

I decided it would make things easier if I started reading about the latest events. I was impressed with how much information they had about the lawsuit between the Featherstones and Stanhopes. But the strange thing was, there was no mention of me.

I felt like I had been lied to, and the sense of humiliation quickly turned into rage. “Didn’t you say these documents would help me get my memories back?”

To think I had been reading them so seriously!

“The sooner we settle the custody matters, the sooner you get to concentrate on getting back your memories. Is there a problem with that?” Anthony calmly replied.

“Are you saying that before the custody gets settled, you won’t look into my background?”

I was already angry and anxious, and Anthony’s calm composure added fuel to the fire. How many more times must I be played like a fool by this man?

Anthony blatantly ignored my question and changed the subject. “Are you done reading?”

“No!” I bellowed. “You’ve fooled me into signing a contract with unfair terms. And now you’re using me to achieve your goals? How can I trust that you will keep your end of the bargain once the custody matters are over?”

I was boiling with so much rage that my chest was heaving as I shouted at him.

Anthony was so full of lies that I started to have doubts about his character. Despite being a company president and one of the richest men, he still went to the extent of throwing a tantrum when he didn’t get the same breakfast as his son. If this went on any further, I’d blow his cover sooner or later.

To my surprise, the man was unbothered by my outburst. He finished the last mouthful of his food and slowly dabbed his mouth with his handkerchief. He then finally looked up and met my gaze. “Once you’ve signed the contract, you’d be recognized as the mother of Gregory Hall. I’m not like Marcus. I would never ditch my flesh and blood. You can trust me when it comes to protecting my wife and children.”

Now that he had brought up Marcus, I was rendered speechless.

Anthony was right. Marcus had seemed like a great man until his life was interrupted by the appearance of a woman and children. One couldn’t help but wonder if he was a good person after all.

Even though I agreed with Anthony to some extent, his condescending tone was so off-putting that I had to retort, “Marcus may not be a good husband or father, but at least he has never once hurt me. You claim to be an upstanding gentleman, Mr. Featherstone, but you constantly speak ill of others behind their backs. Let’s not forget how you don’t seem to like keeping your promises either. You’re the truly vile one here, not Marcus.”

Anthony frowned at my words, a look of hatred on his face. But before I could say any more, his body started to shake uncontrollably.

His face contorted in pain as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the table. Big beads of cold sweat started to roll down his forehead.

“Anthony?”

I called out to him a couple more times, but no response came. As seconds went by, he looked to be in even more pain.

I tried to help him, but I wasn’t strong enough to keep him standing upright. Anthony gradually lost all his strength and crumpled to the floor. I had no choice but to kneel beside him, keeping my hand on his forehead in an attempt to bring his temperature down.

Anthony’s eyes were tightly shut as sweat continued to soak through his hair. But when he felt my touch, his hand immediately shot up to grab my wrist. “Who’s that?”

“It’s me, Carlette. What’s wrong with you?”

Anthony was in so much pain he couldn’t even muster up an ounce of strength to reply. He remained silent as his grip on me tightened.

It seemed like the tighter he gripped onto me, the more relief he felt.

After a while, his condition seemed to have improved slightly. “Anthony?” I whispered.

There was still no reply from him, but it was clear that he was trying hard to keep himself from losing control. He tucked his head in and slowed down his breathing.

“Let go of my hand. We have to get you to the hospital for treatment.” I tried to pry myself from him but to no avail.

It was amazing how much strength he still had despite being in such bad shape. His lips had turned white while his eyes remained tightly shut.

After more time had passed, I made another attempt to wake him up by patting his shoulder. Alas, I had only just lifted my hand when Anthony once again grabbed me.

He slowly forced his eyes open and mumbled, “It’s so noisy… “

What? I’m doing everything for him, yet he treats me with such disdain?

I rolled my eyes at him in frustration and decided that was the last straw. “Is anybody out there? There’s something wrong with Mr. Featherstone. Please come up immediately!”

I had already known how much of a control freak Anthony was. The second floor of his house was his personal space, and he didn’t like having anyone coming around other than for cleaning duties. Thankfully, I was with him when he had his seizure. Otherwise, it’d have been a while before anyone found him.

Before any of his staff could reply, Anthony muttered, “I’ll throw you out if you speak again.”

I looked down at him and saw his bloodshot eyes staring back. The worst seemed to be over, and I finally heaved a sigh of relief.

“You can throw me out if you like. But if you don’t let go of my hand, you might end up getting thrown with me.”

When Anthony realized what he had done, he pulled his hand back immediately and staggered to get back up on his feet.

Finally free from his grip, I tried to get up from my kneeling position.

Unfortunately, my legs had gone numb from having knelt for so long and buckled under me.

I was about to fall when Anthony rushed forward to help me up. He then quickly let me go before taking a step back. “You can leave now,” he ordered. I looked at him incredulously and crossed my arms in annoyance. “Mr. Featherstone, where have your manners gone? I just saved your life after all. Shouldn’t you at least thank me?”

“Unfortunately, I have lost my manners. If you don’t mind being taken advantage of, you may stay here for as long as you like.”

I had nothing left to say as I glared at him.

It was appalling how someone as atrocious and misogynistic as him could have a child as adorable as Gregory.

I had had enough. There was no point in staying and trying to reason with someone that obstinate. My leg was still numb, but I couldn’t care less as I limped my way out.

I had only managed a few steps when Anthony suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up.

His behavior caught me by so much surprise that I had to hold onto the collar of his shirt to steady myself.

There was still shock written on my face as I looked up at Anthony, who had a cheeky grin on as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Is this guy trying to be funny?

“Anthony, please behave yourself and let me down!” I warned through gritted teeth.

“I’m the kids’ father, and you’re their mother-to-be. How do you expect me to behave?” he questioned while carrying me toward the bedroom. The tone in his voice was casual and yet so suggestive.

My cheeks turned red in embarrassment. I bit my lips, not knowing how to respond. How did a shameless man like him become one of the most powerful and richest men in the world?

We had only just gotten to the bedroom door when we ran into Gregory coming up the stairs.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw us, puzzled by the scene in front of him. With his tablet in his hands, he began circling Anthony and I.

Before long, he threw his hands up in joy and exclaimed, “I want Daddy to carry me too!”

I bit my lips and pounded Anthony’s chest. “Hurry up and put me down!” I threatened.

Because of our close body contact, I could feel my words reverberate through Anthony’s body. The next thing I knew, he had let go of one of his hands without warning, and I fell out of his embrace.

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