All Chapters of Dear Husband, I have become Ruthless: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

****"The point is, I am thinking of providing your people a doctor's name in Texas; he is a fantastic dermatologist, and your disease may be treated successfully," Anastasia offered with a soft grin.Richard felt as if Anastasia was seeking a way to brush him off, even though she had realized she could touch him, but was hesitant to treat him. A powerful irritation welled up in his throat as he spat, "I have gone everywhere, but none of them has been able to assist me. Tell me how much money you require."Not again! Anastasia's thoughts shouted as she said, "I am afraid I can not help you with this because I am a neurologist. I sincerely hope that you will not bring up the money again. I do believe you have plenty of money, but it cannot help the fact that I am unable to treat you."Anastasia considered such money-throwing men aggravating as if they believed that possessing money could buy anyone's head. She had met so many of them over the years, and now she truly believed this was a

****"George!" Emilia yelled. "George, get over here!" Emilia's furious voice echoed across the room. As a result, Richard and Anastasia wake up at the same time. "Miss Emilia, you are making incorrect assumptions." George's voice was hurried as he spoke from behind, and his gaze landed on the clasped hands, demonstrating why Miss Emilia lost her cool as soon as she came in. "I am in no position to hear whether I am making incorrect or correct assumptions. So, who exactly is she? What's she doing in this ward so close to the bed? Are you truly taking care of him?" Emilia yelled at George before shifting her gaze to Anastasia with an angry grimace, displaying her evident urge to drag Ana with her hair. "You have brought another yelling menace. What's wrong with you? Perhaps your employer is in good condition, but that doesn't imply the other wards on this floor are vacant," Anastasia told George, her gaze fixated on Emilia, who was clenching her teeth, perplexing Ana as she tried to

*****Jackson and Ana pulled up to a fancy restaurant. Jackson held the car door open for Ana to exit while they were at the parking lot."You understand that I am not requiring this from you; we are friends, so stop treating me special," holding her clutch firmly, Ana said. Her hair was braided and she was dressed in a white knee-length dress.Her womanly beauty throbbed every single heart that walked passed her. The gazes that met Anastasia paused momentarily in admiration. People were attempting to determine whether or not Anastasia was a star.Conversely, Jackson was aware that many eyes were on her and that he had little control over it, but he did everything he could to convince others that she had been stolen by him."Every time I go out with you, I feel honoured. Take note of the people around you; while some are envious of me for being able to have a woman like you at my side, the other half are just inquisitive as to how such a beautiful woman could exist,"Jackson replied,

****"No-oh! I apologize; I do not know how my hand slipped and this occurred to you. Please accept my sincere apologies," The waiter begged Jackson's forgiveness after spilling crimson wine over his white shirt.The waiter's eyes revealed sorrow as well as dread, and Ana could not help but feel awful for him since it seemed like he was afraid of losing his job if Jackson reported to his boss. Jackson, on the other hand, was entitled to be upset because the wine stain was irreversible and he had arrived in white clothing.Minding the situation, Ana responded, "Eat fast and leave." She believed keeping Jackson from responding would be the finest thing to happen at this point, until the waiter said in a hurried tone, "Sir if you give me a minute, I will clean it, dry it, and hand it to you. We have a particular method for removing wine stains from fabric.""Do not bother." With a dejected tone, Jackson rejected assistance, which alarmed the waiter since it was not enough for him to pour

****As soon as they exited the restaurant, Richard shot a man who was lurking behind a tree to shoot them. Anastasia was far more than steady; her ears were continually hearing the shower of bullets, and her eyes could see individuals standing with weapons drawn on them, their sole goal was to kill them.Even though she understood these people were after this man, not her, she was still viewed as their foe since he was with her."I just cursed my fate for letting this guy sit next to me!" Anastasia imagined the unforeseen circumstances that could be her current condition if he did not remain near her. By now, she would be back at her house, sleeping well and feeling relaxed."They are going to gun us down." Anastasia's horror deepened, causing her heart to beat faster in fear. At the same time, she cast her attention around, seeking the goons who were hidden somewhere."You will be safe!" Richard muttered as he dragged her along a tiny street. Anastasia was begging for assistance, but