Anastasia Steele slowly opened her eyes, taking in the shabby surroundings with peeling white paint on the walls. The events leading up to her unconsciousness came flooding back, and she was certain this was not a hospital. She learned from the doctor that she had been unconscious for five days and that Claire Randall had ordered her to be quietly transferred to this small clinic, paying a hefty sum for the service.
With much pleading, the doctor helped her return safely to Grey Manor. On a chilly night, Anastasia stood outside the iron gates of the villa, summoning the courage to ring the doorbell. After a long while, the gate opened.
She halted midway up the stairs as she saw Christian Greys handsome profile, his fingers tapping deftly on the computer keyboard in their bedroom. "Christian..." Anastasia poured all her grievances into his name, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.
Christian looked up, his gaze softening for a moment at the sight of Anastasias pale face, her body wrapped in a loose hospital gown, looking frail and disheveled. But the softness quickly turned into a cold sneer. "Youve been gone for so long, and you still have the audacity to come back."
"I was sent to a private clinic by Claire, Christian..." Anastasia tried to explain everything, to reveal the truth, but she was interrupted by a coquettish voice.
"Christian, who is it at this late hour?" Claire Randall emerged from the bathroom, wearing a light blue robe.
Anastasias steps froze as she saw Claire in her robe, with her husband in their bedroom. She felt like an abandoned woman, her heart tearing with jealousy and anger.
"Sister, youre back. You should rest early," Claire said, approaching Anastasia and holding her纤细的十指.
"Stop being so disgusting, dont touch me!" Anastasia spat, trying to move around Claire to expose her hypocritical facade, but Claire held her firmly.
With a look of disgust, Anastasia said, "Claire Randall, how can you be so despicable? You staged an accident for Mrs. Grey, asked me to be a surrogate in the operating room, and luckily, I didnt die. Now, Im here to expose your framing and deception!"
"Sister, what are you talking about? You, with your pride and temper, did those foolish things out of love and hate. Christian saw with his own eyes that it was me who protected Mrs. Grey during the rescue, and the surveillance shows your mother taking me and Mrs. Grey to the garage. Anastasia, after two years, havent you seen your own problems yet? And Christian has promised me that you two will divorce soon." Claires innocent eyes turned to Christian.
"How can you lie... Its impossible. Christian, shes lying, right?" The years had worn down Anastasias former willfulness, and now she was timid, afraid even to question Christian because she loved him too deeply.
"How is it impossible?" Christian was already annoyed by work issues and this questioning only added to his莫名的怒气.
Anastasias brows furrowed, each word felt like a needle piercing her heart, and her tears broke free, streaming down her face like broken pearls.
Suddenly, she felt a sweet taste in her throat, and with a "pffft," a mouthful of blood stained her clothes. Her body, like a lost support point, collapsed.
Seeing Christian rushing over, Claire quickly made a gesture of helping, but within the overlapping line of sight, let her body deliberately roll down the stairs like a rag doll.
Christian rushed over and picked up Claire, his concern evident. "How are you, Claire?"
"Christian, my foot hurts so much," Claire said, her brows knotted as she held her ankle which was turning red. She looked at Anastasia lying at the stairway and said softly, "Dont blame sister, she didnt mean it."
"Anastasia, you wait!" Christians face turned as angry as a lion, and after throwing out a warning, he hurriedly left Grey Manor.
"Christian Grey, when will you stop being blind..." Anastasia half-supported her body, her eyes filled with despair as she screamed.