Chapter 1163 - 1162: Yancy Hastings, You Finally Came Back
Looking at Fiona Sutton with her eyes red, Nia Mitchell felt extraordinarily heartbroken.
"I know, I often go out for a stroll."
Fiona Sutton smiled and began to speak.
...
After chatting for about an hour, Nia Mitchell was called away by Maxwell Peary’s phone call.
Inside the ward, suddenly there was only Fiona Sutton left.
She sat there, extending her hand to touch her lower abdomen.
Although not obvious, she felt her abdomen was already slightly protruding.
A small life was inside, so miraculous.
She smiled sitting there, but when she looked up, she saw a man standing at the door.
Fiona Sutton froze, all expressions on her face stiffened there, slowly retracting.
The man was still dressed in black, wearing a cap, with a huge mask on his face.
She couldn’t see his appearance.
But this time, she saw clearly his eyes.
Those eyes were too similar to Yancy Hastings’.
But... the expression was different.
His eyes lacked integrity, filled entirely with ruthlessness.
That kind of gaze, seemingly fixated on prey, instilled a fear from deep within.
Fiona Sutton sat there, slightly clenching her fists.
"Who exactly are you?"
Her voice trembled, but what she really wanted to ask was, are you Yancy Hastings?
"A stranger."
A hoarse voice came over, completely different from Yancy Hastings’.
Fiona Sutton looked at him with disappointment, could it be that the previous times had been her illusion?
"A stranger? Why does a stranger come to see me time and again? Why does a stranger follow me?"
Fiona Sutton suddenly looked at the man alertly.
"Destiny."
What?!
Fiona Sutton was speechless. Could this even count as a reason?
"If I were a three-year-old child, I would believe what you said."
Fiona Sutton sneered, reaching out to press the bedside bell.
"Fiona Sutton."
The man suddenly spoke, unexpectedly calling out her name.
"When I am free, I will come to find you; I will come to find you alive."
"Fiona Sutton, you must take care of yourself, not for the child, just for yourself."
"Fiona Sutton, I will be back soon, openly standing in front of you."
"Fiona Sutton, I’m sorry."
Fiona Sutton’s tears fell instantly, on her pale face, tears dropped like broken strings, one after another.
The man slowly walked over, extending his scarred right hand, gently wiping her tears.
The salt from the tears instantly dispersed on his scarred hand.
The slight sting transmitted to his heart, he trembled, retracting his hand.
"Yancy Hastings!"
Fiona Sutton suddenly threw herself into his arms.
No matter if his gaze changed, no matter if his physique changed, no matter if his voice changed.
In any case...
Now she knew clearly, the man standing in front of her was Yancy Hastings!
If not, then he was!
He is the Yancy Hastings she thought about for a long time, the Yancy Hastings she always fantasized about someday being alive.
"Yancy Hastings, I knew, I knew it was you, I knew..."
knew you were still alive, knew you wouldn’t die.
Fiona Sutton was extremely emotional, her voice choked with sobs.
The man stood there, letting her embrace his waist, in his eyes, a trace of different emotions flashed.
"I never believed you were dead; I never believed... you wouldn’t be so irresponsible; you said you would come back, you said so..."
Someone who kept promises so heavily, how could he break them?