Chapter 649

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Penny’s face went white. For a moment, she forgot all about escaping and stumbled out of her car.
“Lauren?! No, no, how could it be my Lauren?!”
“It was supposed to be Anastasia! It was supposed to be Anastasia who died!”
Penny was hysterical. Just moments ago, she had been seething with hatred for her cruel daughter, but the shock of what she had done was too much to bear. She let out a heart-wrenching sob.
Winni’s mind was blank as she tried to scramble down the embankment to check on Lauren.
Anastasia walked calmly to the broken guardrail and peered down at the mangled wreck of the car below. Then, she casually pulled out her phone and dialed the police.
“Anastasia, why aren’t you dead?!”
Penny charged at her, completely unhinged.
Before she could get close, the driver from Rosewood Manor-the one who was supposed to have stayed behind—appeared and intercepted her.
Anastasia looked at the distraught woman, a faint smile on her lips. “That’s right, why am I not the one who’s dead?” she said softly. “Perhaps that’s a question you can ask the police when they get here.”
Penny froze, a chilling dread creeping up from the soles of her feet.
She stared at Anastasia in disbelief. “You… you knew?! You did this on purpose! You wanted my daughter to die!”
Anastasia’s smile widened. “You shouldn’t make such wild accusations. Was I the one who ran her off the road?”
The police arrived quickly, followed by an ambulance and a furious Harrison, his face a thunderous storm cloud.
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Anastasia blinked. As he strode toward her, she hurried to his side and grabbed his arm. “Hubby, you got here so fast! I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to call you But I’m fine really it was me who crashed. Please don’t worry.”
She preemptively laid out her story, presenting herself as the innocent victim of a terrible accident.
Harrison fought to control his anger, his eyes fixed on her. “Weren’t you supposed to be meeting a friend? What are you doing here, hmm?”
Anastasia’s eyes darted around. “I… Ah!”
She had a perfectly crafted excuse ready, but Harrison wasn’t
interested. The moment she opened her mouth, a sharp pain shot through her as an iron grip seized her waist. Before she could react, he had bundled her into the
car
“On the way back, I expect you to come up with a full explanation.”
His voice was a low, dangerous murmur. “And a word of advice, my love. I want the truth. Not a single lie. Understand?”
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This time, there was no talking her way out of it. Harrison was truly furious.
Three hours later, as Elder Mrs. Lancaster walked through the doors of Rosewood Manor, she was greeted by the sound of tragic, gut-wrenching sobs.
“Who’s hitting a child?!” she exclaimed in shock.
“Ahem, it’s Harrison,” Marcus said, desperately trying to suppress a grin.
The old woman finally recognized the wails. It was her granddaughter-in-law.
Her expression changed instantly, and she quickened her pace, her cane thumping against the floor.
“What on earth is Harrison doing?! Has he resorted to domestic violence? You can’t just hit your wife!”