Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies

Chapter 265

She would have to wait until the next day to be discharged.

After that, she called the nanny, saying that she worked overtime and could not go home on time.

She did not want the kids to worry.

After hanging up, the door opened unexpectedly.

Bianca appeared condescendingly. "I thought it was very serious, but it seems that you are just fine."

You seem disappointed?" Anne ignored her and played on her phone.

"Disappointed? Don't you forget, I was kind enough to let my driver send you to the hospital."

"Were you touched by yourself?" Anne looked at her. "Planted seafood in my lunch and then pretended to get your driver to send

me when you actually intended to make sure I die along the way. If Tommy did not appear on time, your wish would have been

fulfilled."

Bianca snickered. She did not deny it. Her eyes only had the anger of defeat. "You could get away this time, but not every time.

This will be your consequence for staying in Luton!"

"I am just thinking if Anthony knew about your true colors, what would he think?" Anne said casually.

"Then do you think he would believe me or believe the daughter of a mistress?" Bianca poised like a victor and strutted away in

her high heels shoes.

Anne was absolutely disgusted by her.

The rashes on her body subsided. This was a good sign.

After dinner, she was put on a transfusion.

It was already past eight after the transfusion.

She was all alone all this while.

She flipped over and fell her belly hurting.

Was this the side effect of abortion?

Her phone rang. She look one glance and answered, "Hey,

Director."

"How are you feeling?" Xander asked caringly.

"Thanks for caring. I will be discharged tomorrow."

"That is great."

"Director..."

"Tell me, as long as I can help. I will never decline."

"Is my condition considered a work-related injury?" Anne asked.

"...Yes, let me check for you."

"Thank you, Director."

"You’re welcome. Have a good rest, don't worry about work." NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Great."

Soon, Anne fell asleep.

She was exhausted, having escaped near death.

The hospital in the middle of the night was so quiet that it felt a little eerie.

The door of the ward was opened by someone quietly.

A shadow darker than the night appeared.

The tall figure stood by the side of the bed.

Moonlight shone through the window and fell upon Anne's face. Her face was pale.

Anthony's gaze fell upon her face too. Her red rashes were still visible on her pale skin.

She looked so vulnerable.

Anne was a little bothered in her sleep. She flipped over and rubbed her hand on her lower belly. She said in her dreams, "Water 11

Her voice was hoarse.

Perhaps because she did not have water, her voice sounded like she was half crying.

She was as helpless as a sick child.

Anne flipped over and curled her body up. This way, her tummy would feel better.

After all, the rashes did not all subside, and her throat was dry. It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. However, she could

not open her eyes, and her brain was foggy.

When she was still half unconscious, she felt something at her mouth.

She opened her mouth subconsciously and took a sip.

Warm water flowed into her throat. Her throat was moisturized, and she finally warmed up her tummy. Her tensed body was

relieved.

She drank a lot of water until her mouth could no longer move, and the straw was moved away. ’

Anne fell asleep again. When she woke up again, she wanted to pee

so badly that her bladder was almost exploding.

She got out of bed and went to the toilet. When she returned to her bed, it was seven in the morning.

She turned on her front camera and checked her face. It was much better than how she looked before sleeping yesterday night.

Her facial features were slowly back in place.

She was a little thirsty and reached for the glass on the nightstand.

It was empty.

She remembered that she filled the glass before sleeping because the doctor advised her to drink more water to accelerate her

body's metabolism.

Did she drink the water in the middle of the night?

Anne could not recall anything in her memory and did not think more about it.