Ch. 1201..1205: Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies Chapter 1201-1205

Chapter 1201

Bianca sliced the knife over the couch and took video of it.

Once the couch was cut open, she felt unsatisfied and headed to the living room.

Anne turned back to the living room and ran for the door, but could not open it no matter how hard she tried. She ran back to the balcony and screamed, “Bianca! What are you doing?! Stop! Bianca!”

Bianca did not respond despite Anne’s shouts and the only sound Anne could hear was of things breaking.

The shattered pieces of what Bianca broke on the balcony drove Anne mad as she tried to picture the state of her apartment.

How can she do this?‘ Anne thought.

“Why are you shouting? You are so loud. I can hear you. I was busy. See? Just look at what I’ve done.” Bianca started playing the video on her phone and reached her hand out, concerned that Anne might not be able to see anything.

Though there was a distance between them, Anne still saw everything.

She saw a knife cutting into the couch. Her leather couch and lounging sofa had all been cut open, revealing the cotton inside. Bianca even pulled the cotton out and tossed it into the air, watching it fall like snow and chuckling smugly.

Bianca then moved on to the bottles in the wine cabinet and threw them all onto the ground, the bottles shattered and the wine spilled all over the floor like a crimson trail of blood.

In a matter of minutes, everything inside the apartment, including the trash can, had been destroyed.

Anne watched the video blankly, tears welling in her eyes as her chest tightened.

‘My dad bought me that apartment. Why do you have to ruin it? Why?‘ She thought.

“What, are you crying? How pathetic! What can I do? I just enjoy watching you suffer! “The frustration of finding Anne in Anthony’s apartment faded. “Why don’t you come over here and beat me up, huh? Oh, right. You can’t get out, can you? How pitiful. Anthony is keeping you there like an animal in a cage. I heard that most confined animals end up dying early. Hahaha!”

Anne listened to Bianca’s laugh and dug her fingers at the fences until blood began to gush out of the gaps of her nails.

“Anthony probably forgot about something. He should have bought a chain and put it around your neck, or you might run around biting people.” Blanca said thoughtfully. “Hm. I will definitely remind Anthony the next time I see him. Sigh. It’s a shame that Dad died young, or he would feel so helpless if he saw you like this. After all, no one can win against Anthony. Why don’t you give Anthony a call and beg him to release you or to at least bring you justice? Haha, I don’t suppose that you dare to. It’s heart- breaking to see how merciless he is, I suppose…” Bianca said smugly and stopped when she saw Anne turning to leave.

Anne walked over to the couch to grab the chair next to it, before flinging it across at Bianca. “Go to hell!”

Bianca immediately dodged and the chair landed on the ground.

Seeing that she had missed, Anne went to lift the flower pots next to the fences.

Bianca decided to leave. After all, she had managed to enrage Anne and there was no need to waste any more time. “Enjoy lifting things over there. I won’t stay here any longer. I’m going to see Anthony!”

She darted back into the apartment before the flower pot was thrown and it shattered on the ground.

Anne stared at the balcony expressionlessly while tears scrolled down her cheek and sat down on the ground helplessly.

Her father had gotten her the apartment and before she could live there, Bianca managed to destroy it.

 

Chapter 1202

By the time Kathryn arrived at the apartment, she spotted Anne on the couch and hurried over. Once she confirmed that Anne was still breathing, she sighed a breath of relief.

The next instant, she noticed the wounds on Anne’s fingers and saw that three out of the three nails had broken. Kathryn reached to check the wounds and Anne jolted, before opening her eyes to stare at Kathryn expressionlessly.

“What happened to your fingers?” Kathryn asked.

Anne sat up blankly. “You don’t have to come over every day. My face is fine now.”

Kathryn began to worry that it was not Anne’s face that was the issue at the moment.

The injury on Anne’s hand reminded Kathryn of the time Anne cut herself with a knife. “Are you hurting yourself again?”

Anne glanced at her own fingers and mumbled, “Yeah. It’s all red. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Anne, you could have resolved this another way!” Kathryn scowled, not wishing to see Anne in such a state, not all mental issues could be contained, after all.

“How should I resolve this, then? Tell me.”

“Have you tried calling Mr. Marwood ever since you got here?” Kathryn asked.

Anne lowered her gaze wordlessly.

“Just make a call and admit that you were wrong. Is that so difficult? Do you want to be locked up here for the rest of your life?”

Anne glanced at her bloody fingers. “It’s not all that bad. At least I won’t have to see his face…”

Kathryn took a deep breath. “You can’t think like that. What about the kids? Think about how long it’s been since they saw their mother? You need to think about them.”

“I should think about them, but has Anthony truly cared for them as their father?” Provoked, Anne stood abruptly. “Do you really think that admitting that I was wrong will help? I can’t be with someone I hate! I want to leave! I want a divorce! I can’t breathe! So what if my fingers are bleeding? I might just fling myself off this balcony someday to end everything once and for all!”

Had Anthony not protected Bianca, Bianca would never be able to roam free after killing her father, not to mention destroying the apartment her father bought for her.

She had thought that she had nothing left but her children, but not even her children belonged to her. Anthony had taken custody of her triplets and all she had was the right to visit, which she might lose sooner or later.

“You need to calm down. Anything is possible if you are alive!” Kathryn consoled her. “Anne, I will talk to Mr. Marwood and ask him to let you out.”

Seeing how talking about the children did not help, Kathryn finally realized how much Anne resented Anthony. If Anne truly jumped off the balcony, Anthony would definitely vent his anger on others.

Anne shot Kathryn a confused look, as though she was wondering how Kathryn could get Anthony to release her.

“Just wait.” Kathryn turned to leave without treating Anne’s fingers, knowing that she had to show Anthony the extent of Anne’s injury after explaining the situation to make a change.

She was certain that Anthony would release Anne once he was informed that she had started hurting herself.

Chapter 1203

The sky turned dark. The neon signs in the dark seemed like the warning sign for the monsters lurking in the dark and Anne’s blood ran cold at the sight.

After Kathryn had left, she remained seated on the couch without moving at all, trying to figure out what Kathryn might say to Anthony. No matter how hard she thought about it, the only possibility was that Kathryn had gone to tell Anthony about her fingers.

Would Anthony free her when he was told that she was injured, when he himself had physically hurt her before?

When she heard the door opening, Anne jolted and kept her eyes trained on the living

room.

She could not see the door, but as soon as the door opened, she sensed the change. in the atmosphere as tension rose. Anne gripped onto the edge of the couch tightly, neglecting the wounds on her fingers as pain was the only thing that helped to maintain her sanity.

The sound of leather shoes stepping across the floor sounded like a demon had crawled out of hell.

Anne widened her eyes and held her breath when she spotted the slender figure entering the living room. She froze as Anthony approached and once he was standing right before her, he stared down at her and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Anne stood from the couch and pointed at the apartment across. “Bianca destroyed my apartment. Dad got me that apartment. Just look at what a mess it is…”

Anthony remained quiet and lifted her injured hand, annoyed when he spotted the blood stain on her nails.

“Is this the time to talk about your apartment?” He questioned sharply.

Anne sensed that something was wrong and tried to pull her hand away when his touch on her hand became more forceful.

Though it did not seem like he was putting much strength in it, she was unable to get away. Panicking, she shuttered, “Let…let go.”

“Looks like you still don’t think you were wrong. Maybe I should just keep you in chains!” Anthony uttered ruthlessly.

It was at that moment that Anne finally noticed the chains wrapped around his arm.

and she was utterly stunned.

What Bianca said about chaining her up replayed in her mind over and over again when she comprehended that Anthony was putting Bianca’s words to action.

“Ah!” Anthony took advantage of her dazed state and dragged her back to the living room. “Anthony, what are you doing? You can’t do this to me! I’m a person, not your pet! Anthony Marwood, let me go!!”

He pushed the bedroom door open, causing it to slam against the wall, before shoving Anne onto the bed.

“Ah!” She fell onto the bed and felt disoriented for a moment. The next instant, a cold sensation wrapped itself around her wrists and she realized that he handcuffed her and connected the other end of the chain to the bed.

She pulled at it frantically. “Take these off! Anthony, isn’t it enough already to keep me here? Let me go!”

‘How can he do this?’ She thought.

Anthony grabbed her by the jaw to hold her in place, forcing her to meet his cold, dark eyes. “Is hurting yourself how you reflect on your own actions? Hm?”

She sobbed, “If I’m determined to die, do you really think that chaining me up is going to change anything?”

“If I find another wound on you, it won’t be as simple as keeping you chained up. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeves. Don’t believe me? You are welcome to try!” He said cruelly.

Tears scrolled down her cheeks. “Sure. Just keep me chained up for the rest of my

life until I die!”

His face twisted with rage. “You still don’t admit that you were wrong. Maybe I should keep you chained up forever. That way, you will belong to me forever.”

She paled at the crazed obsessiveness in his tone and muttered through quivering lips, “You… you’ve gone mad…you are crazy…”

“Also…how long has it been since I last touched you?” He started caressing her

cheek.

Anne shivered as she backed away. “Anthony, don’t…”

“I am the one who gets to make the call!” He grabbed her by the back of her neck and devoured her lips.

“Umph!”

The chains rattled as she felt like she was being dragged into hell.

By the time she woke up, it was noon the next day. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the window without moving, she had run out of tears to cry from the night before.

After a while, she moved and turned, the chains connected to her wrists rattled.

She looked dazedly at the ceiling and closed her eyes again.

‘Am I still alive?’ She thought, ‘I thought that I wouldn’t be able to see the sunrise again.’

The soul-crushing pain cut into her like blades and she did not know when the torture ended, nor did she know when Anthony left. All she knew was that she could no longer sense Anthony’s presence in the room.

She turned around and noticed that the wounds on her fingers had been treated. As for who had treated them, it no longer mattered to her.

The door opened and when Anne saw Anthony walking in, the pain that radiated through her body intensified again and she sat up warily.

Anthony set a tray down onto the nightstand and was about to spoon feed Anne. He moved the spoon closer to her lips, but she refused to eat and remained quiet in

tears.

“You didn’t eat anything last night. Aren’t you hungry?” He studied her emotionlessly. “Don’t even try to starve yourself. If you refuse to eat, I will tube-feed you.”

She paled and started shaking like a leaf, as she knew what tube-feeding was. They would put a tube down her throat and into her stomach, before forcing food down

the tube.

It was a terribly painful experience for anyone, yet Anthony had threatened her with it.

She could not understand how he could be so cruel.

“Should I call for Kathryn?” He warned.

She panicked when she realized that Anthony was running out of patience, and opened her mouth to swallow the food before her, not wanting to be tube-fed.

 

Chapter 1204

After he was almost done feeding Anne, Anthony put the bowl and spoon on the tray.

Anne did not say whether she was full or not. It was as if Anthony would decide how

much she would eat.

Next, Anthony picked up the napkin next to him and wiped Anne’s mouth gently. However, she did not feel any warmth from being treated like this by the devil, only a hair-raising chill.

Anne did not even dare to think of refusing him at all.

“Just stay here obediently and stop angering me. It won’t do you any good.” Anthony’s hoarse voice was threatening.

Anne’s long lashes trembled slightly.

After Anthony wiped Anne’s mouth and said that, he took the tray with one hand and

left.

Anne only raised her head when she heard the door closing, and she looked at the door with tears in her eyes.

She sat helplessly on the bed, and the room was full of despair…

Kathryn brought dinner over.

She entered the room and saw Anne lying lifeless on the bed, and she felt incredibly guilty when she noticed the iron chain wrapped around Anne’s wrist.

Then, Kathryn walked over and opened the takeaway box, asking, “Are you hungry?”

“This is what happens after you speak for me,” Anne said, staring blankly at the

window.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be this way…”

“Of course, you don’t. I was too naive. How could I believe that Anthony’s heart would soften after knowing I was hurt?” Anne mocked herself, feeling sad.

Why did Kathryn not think so at the beginning?

Now not only did Anne not get out, but it got worse.

Kathryn stepped forward and grabbed Anne’s hand, tore off the adhesive bandage on her finger, checked the wound, and applied ointment. This time, Kathryn did not put a new adhesive bandage on Anne’s finger.

After all, leaving wounds uncovered would help with the recovery.

“He’s afraid you’ll hurt yourself again,” Kathryn said.

Anne turned around, looked at Kathryn, and asked with a blank face, “You really think

so?”

Kathryn looked at Anne’s pale face and said nothing. It seemed as if she had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

“He’s afraid that I’ll harm myself. After all, I’ll only cause him trouble if I die.” Anne lowered her head and looked at her iron-chained wrist.

Kathryn suggested, “Why don’t you plead with Mr. Marwood? Admit your mistake, and then you can go out. So what if you have to make some compromises to get out of here? With Mr. Marwood, that’s how it is sometimes.”

“Is that so…” Anne felt a pang of pain, and she was extremely exhausted.

Kathryn sighed, “Have something to eat first, and think about it.

Initially, Anne thought it would be a long time before Anthony returned.

Unexpectedly, she felt someone entering the room when she was asleep at midnight.

Even when she was in a deep sleep, she could sense the approaching danger.

Then, someone went to bed and slept beside her, even hugging her tightly.

Anne opened her eyes, not daring to move and trying to relax her body so that he would not notice that she was awake.

Without looking back, she knew that it was Anthony.

He had never appeared before, so why was he back at night?

What was he trying to do?

Anne did not know what she was waiting for. More accurately, she was waiting for danger to come. However, Anthony fell asleep after holding her and did nothing.

Even if he did not do anything, it did not mean she could feel at ease.

Anthony’s mood was unpredictable, and it was too difficult to figure him out.

Anne did not know what awaited her…