Chapter 1542
Chapter 1542
"You didn't expect me to still be here, did you? The three-year term is over, but maybe I have already gotten used to being here and I've also seen through a lot," said Ron as he carefully surveyed Anne. 'How are you? Has Anthony been good to you? Other than the last time, you've not been here for a very long time, haven't you? Did something happen?"
"I'm doing great," said Anne.
The person in front of her was Anthony's father and the triplets' grandfather.
Even if there was a problem, it was between Ron and his son. She has no right to interfere, and she also did not want to interfere.
After she said that, she wanted to turn around and walk away.
' Anne, do you still hate me?" Ron called out to her.
Anne roughly understood his concern. She glanced at the tombstones next to her and said, "You're not the person who caused it, so I have no reason to hate you."
Ron said, "But you treat me like I'm a stranger. I don't expect Anthony to forgive me, but I hope he could treat you well. You guys have children. If your family of five is well, then I will have no regrets."
Anne did not expect that he would have such enlightenment.
After all, Ron used to be the person who despised family the most.
Otherwise, all the mess after that would not have existed.
"When you weren’t here, I would occasionally come and light a candle for them as a gesture of my goodwill." Ron was talking about Nigel and Sarah.
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"No need forthat. I'm the person who has wronged your mother. Anne, will you keep staying by Anthony’s side? He cares a lot about you."
Anne did not feel much when she heard what he said. How well did Ron know Anthony?
That kind of forcing behavior he had in the past was not considered as him caring for her.
"He and I are already married, and we also have three children. I can't leave even if I wanted to, right? How far can I go? My heart will always be tied to them." Anne did not wish to tell Ron about her love for Anthony. She just told him the truth.
After saying that, she noticed Ron looking behind her.
Anne turned around in confusion and saw a black figure, which had appeared at some point, standing a meter away from her.
Anthony stood here with a cold and harsh expression on his face and a deep gaze in his black eyes. The pressure of the air around him was very low.
He looked very unusual.
Anne interpreted it as the reaction that Anthony had because he did not want to see Ron.
"Anthony, are you here to pick Anne up? She's just about to leave." Ron's words were more or less trying to please him.
It was a pity that Anthony did not show him any mercy. He walked up to him, and his tall figure made him feel incredibly oppressed.
"Stay away from her." Anthony's voice was indifferent.
Immediately after that, he pulled Anne along and left.
Anne stumbled a little as she was pulled away by him, but he gripped her hand very tightly.
It was as if he had transferred his resentment to her hand.
Ron looked at his son, who still resented him, and sighed helplessly.
It seemed that this resentment could never be resolved when he was still alive.
He turned around and saw Sarah's photo on her tombstone looked so bright. She looked like a great match to Nigel.
Did Ron regret it? Of course, he regretted it. Regardless of Sarah or his ex- wife, he has wronged them both.
After being dragged all the way to the car, Anne could not hold it back anymore and shook off Anthony's hand that was restraining her. "You're hurting me!"
Anthony was stunned for a moment, especially when he saw the red marks on her wrist, and his gaze changed slightly. He held her hand once again as he felt bad, and rubbed her wrist gently. "Is this better?"
Seeing him like that, Anne could not be mad at him anymore. After all, she could understand Anthony's feelings.
"I'm only here to visit my parents. I didn't expect I would bump into him. I'll be careful next time," said Anne, then she walked toward the car.
What she said was just like she was telling Anthony she had made a mistake.
In fact, Anthony was clear on the exact thing that he was angry about.