Ch. 871..875: Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies Chapter 871-875

Chapter 872

Chapter 872 Anne did not expect the kids to be here. She looked at the triplets in her lap, stunned. It was unlike before. She looked more shocked than surprised. She remembered the wounds on her arm that she had made earlier and did not dare to hold her arms out. “Mama, we are here to pick you up after work!” “We brought you cute cakes!” “Mama, are you happy?” Anne nodded. “Yes, I am…” Obviously, the triplets were happier than their mother. They lay in their mother’s lap, jumping up and down. Anthony walked into the office. “Can we go now?” Anne rose and brought the kids out of the office, their hands still holding the small cake. It was the triplet’s idea. They would always bring desserts to their mother every visit. However, this time around, when she tasted it in the car, all she could taste was bitterness. She swallowed, but she only felt her tears about to fall. She had to try hard to suppress them. She suddenly did not know how to face her kids. They were so adorable, so innocent. Would her depression affect them? Would they be happy with such a mother? Plus, in the future, when Anthony marries Bianca, she will then exist like a mistress. How would people see her children then? “Mama, Mama?” Anne pulled her attention back and saw that the triplets were looking at her, concerned. She asked, “What’s up?”

“What are you thinking, Mama?” Chloe asked. “I am wondering… Where did you get this cake? It is delicious!” Anne made an excuse. “Mama does not need to know where. We will buy it for you every time!” Charlie said proudly. “Yeshie!” Chloe seconded. Anne rubbed their soft little cheeks gently. They were so soft and fluffy, so adorable. She never knew that giving birth to them would turn out to be a burden as well. Anthony did not say a word, but he had never kept his gaze off her ever since she zoned out. He frowned slightly and felt slightly flustered again. Even the three kids could not hold her attention? When Chloe laid herself against her mother’s arm, Anne flinched slightly. The movement was so small, but Anthony’s sharp eyes still caught it. He thought Chloe touched her wound, but he recalled that the wound was on her right arm. Then after, he noticed that Anne deliberately kept her hands off her kids the whole journey. The Rolls Loyce parked at the front entrance of the Royal Mansion. The triplets hopped off the car. Anne was about to disembark too, when a big palm pressed her shoulder. The triplets landed and saw that their parents were not moving, then urged, “Papa, Mama, get off, fast!” “You go on. Papa has something to speak to Mama about, “Anthony said. “Is it a secret?” Chloe asked. “Yes.”

The triplets then ran away, giggling. Anne did not understand Anthony’s gesture and felt that the palm on her shoulder was enough to make her entire existence crumble. She endured that but asked, “Why?” “Is your left arm hurting?” Anthony asked. Anne turned her face away. “A little sore. Let’s go.” However, his palm was still pressing onto her shoulder. Soon, the hand moved to her wrist, grabbed it, and pulled her sleeve up.

Chapter 873

Chapter 873 The two thin slits were exposed. Anthony’s dark eyes were squinting, and his voice was terrifying. “What is this?” Next to the wound were some residual blood stains, and the wound area was swollen, apparent that it had not been treated. Anne wanted to withdraw her hand. “I accidentally injured myself…” “The iron fence again?” Anthony’s face was exceptionally scary. He pressed down the lock on the car door and then shouted to the driver, “To the hospital!” The driver immediately started the engine and drove away. The triplets were climbing up the staircase. They were panting and finally made it to the top when they turned around to find that their parents were not with them. Where did Papa’s car go? “The kids are still there. I don’t want to go to the hospital. “Anne panicked, wanting to get out of the car. However, the car was accelerating, so she could not get off. “Tell me, how did you end up with this?” Anthony tried hard to keep himself calm. If he still could not tell that these two wounds were man- made, he might as well be blind! Anne pursed her lips and did not say anything. She just looked out of the car window blankly. Anthony forcefully turned her shoulders around, forcing her to face him. “I am talking to you. Answer me!”

“Is it important?” Anne asked. Her gaze made Anthony feel like his chest was about to implode. He touched her pale face and said in a hoarse voice, “Did you do it yourself?” Anne did not say a word. She refused to speak to the man in front of her. What did he want to know? Did these wounds matter to him? Right, her body was controlled by him. This belonged to him, and she could not damage it. However, she was feeling bad, and only this way could make her feel better. Anne sat in the consultation room, and Kathryn treated her wound. Kathryn said, “These two wounds are neat, just like the one we treated yesterday. They were from a knife. The new wounds were caused not too long ago.” Anne kept her gaze down and did not say anything. When Kathryn applied an antiseptic to her, she did not have any reaction either, almost as though her arms were not hers. Anthony gave Kathryn a signal and then turned and left. Kathryn could tell that it was not Anthony. He would not hurt Anne this way. She received Anthony’s order and then asked Anne, “This is obviously from a knife. Who did this to you?” Anne said, “Just help me to wrap it up.’ “If we cannot find the cause of it, what if you get injured again in the future? This is my responsibility as a doctor.” Anne hesitated, then said, “I did it myself.” Kathryn was shocked. “Why?” Anne said, “Every time Anthony sleeps with me, I will slit

my arm one time. That way, I feel much better.” “In which way?” “Mentally.” Kathryn had already noticed that Anne did not look too right when she first saw her. Now it proved her suspicion, and she said, “You cannot hurt yourself this way. You can resolve it in other ways. It is normal to feel sad about the passing of your loved ones, but you still have your kids. You should protect yourself for them!” Anne looked out the window, the sun was bright and warm, but it hurt her eyes. The sun’s rays were like knives piercing in all directions, holding it up her neck. “A person like me does not deserve to be their mother…” Kathryn knew that it was pointless for her to speak to Anne. She bandaged the wound, then said, “Wait a moment, I will get you some medicine.” She walked out and informed Anthony, “She slit herself on her arm.” Anthony’s dark eyes constricted. “Herself?” “Yes, she admitted to it. In fact, before she answered, already suspected. If this were an act of others, it would not be so neat. Mr. Marwood, Ms. Vallois has some problems with her mental health.” Kathryn looked grim. Anthony’s body froze. His expression was extraordinarily tense and cold. “Why would she have mental problems? Was it because of Sarah’s death?”

 

Chapter 874

“She said… she said that she is going to cut herself every time you lay your hands on her,” Kathryn said. Noticing the dazed look on Anthony’s face, she added, “Mr. Marwood, you should arrange a psychiatrist for her, or this will escalate further.” Frustrated, Anthony struggled to calm himself. “Is she putting on an act so I’ll let her go?” “Mr. Marwood, if she’s faking it, she won’t actually lose so much weight. It will be too late to fix it if you wait any longer,” Kathryn said. “Go arrange it, then!” he commanded. “Sure.” Anne was taken to a room and saw the words ‘counseling room’ by the door before entering. She sat down and asked the psychiatrist, “Is there something wrong with me mentally?” “Every one of us could experience difficulties in all aspects of life, and I’m here to help resolve those. Is it social-related? Relationships with family, friends, or a lover are all categorized into social-related concerns. Maybe you can try telling me what troubles you and see if I can help. Don’t think of me as a doctor, and just think of me as a cave that you can shout into. Speaking your mind could sometimes make you feel better,” the psychiatrist said. “Can you help me get away from Anthony Marwood? I want to kill the person who murdered my parents. Can you help with that? I want to take my children and leave Luton. Can you do that?” She fired three rapid questions at him. The psychiatrist was stunned. “Um… If you encounter difficulties in facing up to your issues, it might help to look at it in a different way.” “Let me ask you something.” “Sure.” “Will you be depressed if someone keeps you in a cage for years?” Anne asked. “To capture someone in a cage…”

Anne interrupted him. “Just answer my question. Can normal people survive that? You can’t even empathize with it, can you? That’s because you are outside the cage. To have someone outside the cage counsel someone 2 locked in the cage is ridiculous on its own.” She took advantage of the psychiatrist’s stunned state and got up to leave, ignoring Kathryn and Anthony on her way out. Anthony went after Anne, and Kathryn went to check with the psychiatrist. “How was it? Is it bad?” “Well, she’s not exactly mad because she seems to have a clearer mind than me. She thinks that it’s ridiculous for someone outside a cage to counsel someone locked inside a cage. Kathryn instantly understood what Anne meant. Anne did not need counseling; she needed to be set free by Anthony. However, it had been years since Anthony had obsessively kept Anne to himself, and it did not seem possible for him to let her go. In the end, Kathryn called Anthony and conveyed the psychiatrist’s comments to him. By then, Anne was already inside the car while Anthony stood outside to answer the call. He narrowed his eyes coldly and said, “There’s no need for a psychiatrist. I will have my ways.” Chills ran down her spine at the intimidating aura oozing off of Anthony. She wondered, ‘Who is calling him? Is it Kathryn? What is she saying to him? I’ve only told the psychiatrist the truth. Does that provoke Anthony as well?’ After the call, Anthony returned to the car and closed the door behind him. The car took off, and he stared at Anne like a predator at its prey. “You want to see what it’s really like to be kept in a cage?”

Anne’s lashes fluttered at his words, but she refused to respond. “I’ll teach you if I find another wound on you!”

 

Chapter 875

Chapter 875 “Just don’t touch me, then,” Anne said. He approached her like a hungry beast until his lips rested right next to her ear. “Not only am I going to touch you, but we are also going to share a bed every single night from now on. Do not let me find another fresh wound on you.” Anne remained expressionless at the threat. The worst Anthony could do was keep her in a cage, but she no longer cared for her life. She turned to look outside the window and muttered, “Let’s see what happens, then…” Her response and tone made his blood boil, and he tried to suppress his anger. “Anne, what good will it do to fight me? You can’t win against me.” Anne turned to look at him. “Just kill me. I’ll appreciate it. He tensed and narrowed his eyes dangerously; the veins on the back of his hands began to show how hard he was holding onto the armrest. However, Anne did not seem intimidated by him, almost as though she truly did not care if she lived or died. Feeling his anger reaching its maximum level, Anthony forced himself to regain his composure and leaned back against the seat. “We are spending the night in the Royal Mansion.” She turned to look outside the window once again. She had thought that she did not care any longer, but her heart still sank at Anthony’s commanding voice. She was far from losing all hope, and she knew that he would not rest until she did. ‘It’s fine. I’m already in hell, anyway…‘ she thought to herself. The car arrived at the Royal Mansion, and Anthony dragged Anne out of the car. She tried to pull away from him but could not rival his strength. The scene of them holding hands appeared so harmonious in the eyes of outsiders, and only Anne knew just how intolerable it felt, as though she was being held by a hand that was full of pricks.

The triplets were overjoyed to see their mother. “They haven’t eaten and insisted on waiting for you,” Hayden said. Anthony wrapped one arm around Anne’s slim waist and took her to the dining room. “Good. Let’s eat.” The triplets hopped their way to the dining room while Anne allowed herself to be dragged there like a ragged doll. She still interacted with her children but was clearly not as lively and kept losing focus until her children tugged at her clothes to bring her back. At night, the triplets demanded to sleep with their parents, but Anthony chased them back to their own room. In the bathroom, Anthony took Anne into the shower with him, as she could not possibly shower on her own with her hands wounded. Anne did not resist and let Anthony do whatever he wanted. He did not do much apart from washing them, but once they were outside, Anthony held her close on. the bed and kissed her eagerly. “This is the price you need to pay to have me wash you.” She shivered and was soon sweating in misery. Every touch felt like a whip on her skin, and there was never an end to the pain. Anthony kissed her pale face and tried his best to comfort her into accepting him. He moved gently at first but soon lost control. When she thought she was reaching her limit, Anthony would drag her deep down to hell.