Time seemed to blur, and during the period when Claire Randall was hospitalized, Anastasia Steele found some peace. Her body gradually recovered, and the sharpness of her face began to show a hint of rosiness.
In the afternoon, Christian Grey returned to Grey Manor with the discharged Claire, accompanied by a middle-aged woman. Anastasia watched this scene from a distance, standing by the window, her heart unwilling, but she believed that one day Christian would see through Claires true face.
After her discharge, Claire was prescribed some herbs for promoting blood circulation and relieving pain, and was advised to rest and exercise moderately. Claiming to be bored in her room, Claire lay on the sofa, pretending to leisurely watch a Korean drama.
Anastasias slender arm was dragged from her room to the staircase by Christian, his voice cold and stern, "How you pushed Claire down the stairs, thats how you should roll down now."
Anastasias thin body shuddered at his touch. She looked up at her husband, the man she called her own, who didnt seem to trust her even a little bit...
"I didnt push her, she fell by herself," Anastasia tried to break free from Christians grip, but the more she struggled, the more pain she felt in her arm.
Claire, lying on the sofa, smiled sinisterly, her sweet voice cutting through the air, "Christian, dont blame sister, she didnt mean it."
"Shes a heartless woman capable of such a despicable act. Claire, you should stop being kind to her," Christians eyes softened as he looked at Claire.
"I didnt," Anastasia whispered, knowing that no matter how much she explained, it would be futile.
"Do it yourself, or shall I do it for you?" Christians eyebrows furrowed with cold anger.
"Do you really want to treat me like this?"
"Ill do it, or you can do it yourself."
"Ill... do it myself." Anastasia gave a faint, bitter smile. She had loved the wrong person.
She moved her foot to the edge of the stairs, one foot hanging in the air. With a calm expression, she rolled down from the second floor to the first, landing painfully, her head hitting the ground, her ears ringing, and her body throbbing with pain.
"Now get out and stay outside until Claire forgives you," Christian pointed towards the door, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable anger.
Anastasia kept silent, struggling to get up with the help of the banister, and slowly made her way to sit by the outdoor hot tub, curling her body tight.
The more brutally he treated her, the faster she could free herself, letting her hopeful heart die as quickly as possible!
Christian instructed Mrs. Lee to take good care of Claire. As he passed by the courtyard, he glanced at Anastasia, who was huddled up in the cold, and sped off to his company.
As the sky darkened, Anastasia, who had not eaten or drunk anything, shivered from the cold, her body numb from the pain. She endured the pain and lowered herself into the hot tub, the warm water slowly warming her cold body.
The snow in Jiangchengs winter fell in silver and crystal flakes, dancing in the air.
Soon, the temperature of the hot tub was lowered by the melting snow, and the occasional gust of cold wind was piercingly cold.
Anastasia got out of the hot tub, her wet body sitting by the side, her teeth chattering with cold.
The snow covered the ground in layers, and Anastasias lips turned purple from the cold.
Her gaze, fixed on the distance, grew heavier and heavier until she finally collapsed and fell asleep.
It was already late at night, and the heavy snow had covered the entire Grey Manor in white.
Christian, seeing a figure huddled in the snow from his car, parked his black Porsche in the yard and stepped out. He kicked the body on the ground, "Anastasia, get up."
There was no response, so he bent down and picked up the cold body, carrying it into the house.