All Chapters of The Misadventures of Anastasia Collins: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Doreen are you sure?" Alistair whispered beside her."I am! So start moving now before he can kill another person!" She shouted in rage.But no one made a move, even the servants who looks between– shock and uncertain with her sudden outburst."Doreen, I understand your anger right now– after what happened to Lord Gilbert... but you cant just point on someon–""No! Listen to me! Its the Scholar! I knew it! Scholar Francis is the culprit!" She said in insistent, still shouting at everyone.She knows she's throwing a tantrums right now. She knows she cant convince everyone if she was acting this way. And she's perfectly aware that no one will believe her if she doesn't show them any basis– or maybe an explanation on why is she accusing the scholar as the murderer. But no, you cant blame her. Because she already have enough. "Then give us an evidence and we will make a move!" The prince said, unconsciously raising his voice at the lady."I dont have! I just knew it!""Then we cant make

Francis Guevera. A blacksmith and a maid son. He grew up knowing how cruel is the world is. Became aware of how life is a bitch at the age of five. His family abandoned him at a young age and became an orphan at ten. He cant clearly understand why he went from staying at a warm home with his parents– but not wealthy, and in one moment being abandoned at a rundown orphanage in the next.He wont forgive his parents for abandoning him like an animal.He let his rage cloud his mind. So he did what anyone would do on his position, he raised hell to every people around him. He close his heart, with so much padlock around and wouldn't let anyone in– too afraid someone would hurt him again. It didn't take much for the orphanage management to throw him away because of his poor attitude. He's so furious after that.Francis tried to raised himself, trusting his gut and instinct more that anything else. He has no home to be called. He was alone, cold and lonely.Until someone offers him a helping

"Y-you...you're sick." Anastasia commented in disgust– or in anger. She dont know anymore. She doesn't know what to feel right now."Maybe." Scholar Francis shrugged like everything is not big deal at all. "...but like what I've said, Im only doing my job. Its the queen who ordered everything. I only took the opportunity to somehow get back to the people who hurt me back then." He continued."But its not Mister Charles fault." She still insisted but halted when the scholar glared at her direction."I dont care. His family took everything from me. It was suppose to be my place not his. I suffered so much because my one and only father abandoned me and chooses to have a new family rather than find his own son– a son with the same blood and flesh as him!" He sharply stated every words that comes out from his mouth.Anastasia didn't reply at that. For some reason, she can understand the scholar. Scholar Francis suff

Tooot...tooot...tooot...."Oh my god! He moves!""Eliot moves! Go and call the doctor!"Eliot can hear many noises around him. The voices seems familiar. He tries to remember whos voice is that but there's no any single thought that is coming through his head. Its empty and blank. He's conscious but his mind is not cooperating.Then he hears some footsteps.He saw a man beside him who looks like he was examining him.Eliot wanted to speak. But he cant find his voice.Then the man talk to someone and that's all he saw when unconsciousness drowns into him once again..Tooot....tooot....tooot...

Part 2: Marriage?It turns out, that thinking about marriage is more stressfull than Anastasia thought.Is she overthinking only? Is it normal to think about marriage at this point? Or is she being dramatic again? Ah she's about to lose her mind."Why are you quiet?" Anastasia tensed when Eliot suddenly speaked while driving. They're on their home from the hospital and its still raining outside. "Don't mind me. Im just probably tired." She answered.Eliot hummed and using his free hand, he grab her left hand and clasps it together. Anastasia sigh at the scene. She can get use to this. To him beside her. To everything."Tell me Eilot... did you uhm... did you..." God why cant she just spill the tea?"Did I what?" He asked, not taking his sight out of the road. But the curiosity in his voice is very evident.Maybe its too