Anastasia took the sses, ced them on the bridges of her nose, and winked at Michelle.
"Thanks for the little evidence, sister. Don’t worry, I will use it carefully," Anastasia said, waving Michelle goodbye while thetter tried to stop her, but Anastasia had already exited the restaurantpletely.
"I should have booked a private booth and choked her with the drink," Michelle thought to herself as her heart raced in fear. Anastasia had one more piece of evidence on her, and she wasn’t sure what thetter was going to use it to do.
Out of frustration, she hit her fist on the table.
**
Anastasia arrived at the rk mansion, sighting Tracie walking towards the kitchen. When thetter saw her, she didn’t say a word, which came out shocking to Anastasia. If it’d been any other day, Tracie would have gone about questioning her why she was there and demanded she left.
’She’lle around,’ Anastasia thought to herself.
She ignored Tracie and left for her mother’s painting room.
"Anastasia!!" Nora immediately enveloped Ana in a warm motherly hug when she sighted her in the painting room.
Together, Nora started teaching Anastasia how to paint. She started from the basics by giving Anastasia a new canvas and instructing her on how to move her hands so that she could give a clean painting, without messing it up with the other colors.
"You know, back when you were little, you used to alwayse in here and watch me paint. Both you and Tracie, but then you two would leave with clothes stained with paint all the time," Nora suddenly said and Anastasia smiled.
"Unfortunately, I can’t remember any of it," Anastasia mumbled.
Since she found out she was the daughter of the rk family, she’d always tried to remember even the smallest thing, but it was difficult. She couldn’t even get a shback. All she remembered was seeing Robert’s and Amelia’s faces all the time.
"You were so young back then, so it’s possible you don’t remember anything," Nora responded. "Did you get the chance to do what you loved?"
A sad smile stretched on Anastasia’s lips, and Nora immediately regretted asking her that question.
"Never. I only did what they loved, gave up everything for Michelle since they made me believe I was her older sister," she replied.
"They are horrible people," Nora said.
Ezekiel had already informed everyone that Anastasia was getting her revenge but even then, Nora wanted to ask her husband to buy all the Harrison shares and leave them bankrupt.
Unfortunately, Anastasia was already the owner of thatpany.
"But you don’t have to worry about them, dear. I’m here, and I will protect you. If they try to harm you, I will send them six feet underground," Nora added which earned her a soft chuckle from Anastasia.
"It’s alright mum, they will get what’sing to them. I will make sure of it," Anastasia promised.
Nora continued to teach Anastasia how to paint.
Unbeknownst to them, someone had been listening to their conversation.
Tracie had her ears ced on the door, listening to their conversation with clenched fists and gritted teeth.
"What are you doing?"
Tracie’s eyesnded on Ezekiel whose hands were folded as he stared at Tracie, waiting for an exnation.
"Isn’t it obvious? I’m eavesdropping on their conversation," Tracie replied.
"And why?"
"Because I’m furious, Kiel. I just want to go to the Harrison mansion and kill those people with my bare hands, then have their bodies hanged in front of their mansion for people to see how disgusting they are," Tracie replied with a heavy breath as her knuckles turned white.
A small grin appeared on Ezekiel’s lips.
"Why are you smiling?" She snapped.
Ezekiel merely shrugged. "I’m d you are finallying around."
Tracie sneered.
"I also want to do that same thing, maybe even worse. But it’s Anastasia’s battle to fight. We just have to stay by the sidelines and offer any help she needs," Ezekiel added.
Although aggravated, Tracie still nodded her head in understanding.