Chapter 552
Anastasia stood frozen, watching as the man stumbled and caught himself against the wall. Even from a distance, she could feel his pain. "Who wanders around when they're hurt instead of going to the hospital or resting?" she thought.
Seeing him struggle to stay upright, Anastasia went over and steadied him.
Rowan instinctively recoiled at the unexpected touch. He wasn't a fan of physical contact.
But when he saw it was Anastasia, he paused.
"Let me help you to that couch," she offered.
Rowan didn't say much but let her guide him.
Once he was seated, Rowan coughed a few times and muttered, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Anastasia replied. "You should rest if you're not feeling well. Have you had that wound checked out?"
Rowan shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah."
"Good." Anastasia asked, "What's your name? Do you have family around here? They should be looking after you."
Family?
Rowan found the word almost laughable. "I don't have family."
He didn't tell her his name either.
He was in Willowbrook on a mission, specifically for Anastasia.
Thinking he was an orphan, Anastasia didn't press further. She noticed Dailey returning to the hotel entrance.
"Dailey!" she called out.
Hearing his name, Rowan glanced back, adjusted his baseball cap, and discreetly turned away.
Walking over to Dailey, Anastasia asked, "What kept you out so late?"
"The boss sent me to handle some business," Dailey replied, having found no leads at the clinics.
It was getting late, and as Anastasia glanced back, she realized the man had gone. Shrugging it off, she went upstairs with Dailey.
The next morning, Salma called Anastasia at dawn, anxious about whether the Morton family would send Tavon over.
Anastasia reassured her to be patient.
Around eleven, the Morton family arrived, led by Sean.
Sean came with a few associates, carrying Tavon on a stretcher, and even brought a lawyer from the Morton Group's legal department. Anastasia asked Herman to stay out of sight. Everyone knew about their divorce, and she didn't want him involved.
Dailey stayed ready to step in if needed, showing a united front.
As soon as Tavon was settled, Sean said, "Here he is. Where's the agreement?"
Tavon, unable to move, felt a pang of sadness.
Salma quickly checked Tavon for any issues, while Anastasia signaled to Mr. Rowland.
Mr. Rowland laid out the documents on the table. "Everything's here."
Sean grabbed the share agreement and heir declaration, checking them immediately.
Seeing the contents, Sean realized his father had excluded him and his sister.
Looking at the paralyzed Tavon, Sean sneered, "Dad, we both call you 'father.' Even if you didn't split everything evenly, you can't leave it all to some illegitimate daughter. What about us?" Tavon blinked, trying to say something, but who could understand?
"Enough with the drama. You've made your choice," Anastasia said calmly. "There's also a supplementary agreement. Sign it. From today, I'll take care of our father. You won't have any say." "Are you asking me to cut ties with my father?" Sean shouted. "That's impossible. Anastasia, you're heartless."