Xavier nced at Anastasia before his gaze returned to Tracie. "And you decided to listen to her? You know how emotional Anastasia can be."


    "Hey!" Anastasia snapped.


    "You were well aware she was making a terrible decision and you still decided to support her?"


    "Will you stop nagging me? I only did what she asked me to do. If there’s anyone you should be nagging, it should be Ana!" Tracie immediately defended herself. "You know what? I’m going to go away now and catch my breath. I booked the quickest flight because there was something wrong with my jet. Then there was traffic on the way here. I had to run halfway to get there and this is what I get? I’m going! Baibai!" Tracie turned to leave and closed the door behind her.


    Anastasia was now worried that Xavier might have hurt Tracie’s feelings a little. "Wait..."


    "Let her be...she’s too loud to be in here with us." Xavier stopped her and continued to nuzzle his head on her neck.


    After Xavier was discharged, he suggested moving in with Anastasia or having her move back to their mansion in Radiantia. Since Radiantia was a long distance from Xattlewood, she had to give it a second thought.


    But Xavier didn’t allow her to think about it as he decided on her behalf that she would be moving back to their mansion.


    Anastasia had no choice but to agree because she also wanted to be close to him every day. But she would only be moving out after disposing of Mr. Steven’s body because just like Mr. Russell, he waspletely useless.


    Anastasia and Xavier arrived in Radiantia.


    "I’m not sure if your men told you about this but I was the one who snuck into the Harrison mansion months ago," she informed with a cheesy smile on her lips.


    "Impossible," Xaviermented, staring at her in shock.


    Months ago, he’d received feedback from his men whom he’d sent toe to check over the construction because he and Anastasia had been nning to demolish the mansion and turn it into a vacation home, only for them to return saying there’d been a female intruder.


    "I went there because I wanted to remember some things," she said.


    "And how did that go?"


    Anastasia went silent for a second before she replied, "I remembered how I had my first miscarriage, but that’s okay. It’s all in the past now." She tried to sniffle back the tears that were about to trickle down her face. "Then I lost our baby too—"


    Xavier interlocked their fingers together as he locked eyes with her. "You need to stop thinking about the past, Ana. It’s okay if you can’t remember anything, we’ll make new memories. As for a baby, we can make another whenever you’re ready."


    Anastasia forced a smile to stretch on her cheeks so she would look happy and content, but she wasn’t.


    Anastasia shook her head, deciding not to keep any secrets from him. "I can’t give birth anymore. I’ve be barren," she informed.


    She was expecting him to retract his hand from hers, but if anything, he only held it tighter.


    "That’s alright. I have a friend who’s great in his field as a doctor. He can rmend some remedies but if there’s nothing that can be done, we can always adopt." He wanted to ask how that happened, but didn’t want her to remember the past any more.


    His reply shocked her to the extent her jaws almost dropped.


    Anastasia nodded in understanding as they reached the rk mansion. She was going to see her family. She was beyond excited.


    **


    In a simple yet sophisticated apartment, someone was lying on the bed but groaned when they heard their phone ringing.


    Grunting, the person reached out to get their phone from the other side of the bed and epted the call without checking who it could be.


    "It’s been so long already, and you haven’t even tried reaching out to me with something new," said the caller.


    The receiver checked the caller’s name and only grunted more internally as he red into space.


    "That’s because there’s nothing to reach out to you for. Everything has been extremely quiet around here, it is almost like a graveyard," he replied.


    "Are you sure it isn’t because they’ve started suspecting you’re the informant they’ve been searching for?"


    The receiver chuckled, the deep sound rumbling in his throat. "I’m too smart and sneaky for them to think of suspecting me," he replied boastfully.


    The caller could scoff. "Still as cocky as always. Inform me when something newes up." After the receiver grunted, the caller hung up on the phone.


    The man yawned as he stepped down from his bed, his hands searching for his sses.


    "Time to go meet my <i>best friend.</i>"