Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 748

Something's happened?

Anastasia's eyes flickered. She picked up her silenced phone and saw that it was four in the morning. There was a missed call from Barnett and a message from him, and she immediately understood what was going on.

She wasn't flustered. "I understand. I'll be right down."

After dismissing the maid, she calmly changed her clothes and headed downstairs.

Before she even reached the first floor, she could hear Susan's sobs. As she descended further, she saw the ground floor was brightly lit. Nearly everyone in the Lancaster family was awake, filling the living room.

The old master sat with a grim face, Lady was frowning, and in the middle of it all, Susan was on the floor, cradling a blood-soaked Lennon and weeping hysterically.

As soon as Anastasia appeared, all eyes turned to the staircase, each person with a different expression.

"Anastasia—!" Crystal's shriek cut through the air, her eyes wide with terror and rage as she stared at her.

Anastasia paused for a moment before sweeping her gaze over the scene, her expression unchanged.

Simon seemed to have been scared senseless, standing numbly next to Victor, apparently still in shock.

Crystal's hair was a mess, her face was tear-streaked, and her clothes were dirty. She didn't appear to be physically injured, but one look at her bloodshot eyes, her utterly exhausted face, and her jumpy, on-edge demeanor made it clear she'd been on the verge of a mental breakdown for the past few days.

As for Lennon, he was cradled in Susan's arms, the dried blood on his body shockingly conspicuous. A suspicious smell of urine emanated from him... which she could somehow smell even from this distance.

Barnett had arranged for doctors to monitor Lennon's condition, so he hadn't allowed his injuries to worsen. However, according to the reports she'd received from the psychiatric hospital, they had spent the past few days trying out various treatments for mental illness—including, but not limited to, electroshock therapy—with a special focus on Lennon.

Susan's anger flared even hotter. She cried, her words choked with tears, "Master Lancaster, you must give us justice! I know my Lennon isn't of Lancaster blood, but he has called Ryan 'father' his whole life. Now that he's been harmed like this, you can't just ignore it!"

Crystal also burst into tears. "If I hadn't found a chance to steal a phone and call for help, we might have died in there in a few days without anyone knowing! Grandfather, I beg you, please give us justice!"

The old master asked, "Anastasia, what do you have to say?"

Anastasia nonchalantly sat down beside Lady, her curious gaze landing on the barely conscious Lennon. "His injuries are that severe? Is he going to die?"

"Anastasia?!" Susan and Crystal's eyes turned red with fury. "How can you be so vicious? How dare you wish death upon him?!"

Anastasia smiled faintly. "So you're saying his injuries are actually quite minor?"