Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies
Chapter 903

Chapter 903

Kathryn hurried over to check on Anne and though Anne had lost consciousness, she was not physically harmed in any way.

“She is unstable because she’s pregnant. You need to let her do what she wants,” Kathryn said. “Let her do what she wants? She wants to get rid of the baby! She wants to leave!” He roared in a dark expression.

The bodyguard had told him that she ran after seeing the triplets.

"Anything but those two things, then. You have to be patient.”

He tensed, because he had been patient and kept his temper at bay, but was that not enough? Anthony waved his hand in annoyance and Kathryn went outside.

He stared at Anne's slim face and decided that though he could not accept her leaving or getting rid of the child, he could accept any of her other wishes.

The next morning, Anne woke up early in Anthony's arms. She got up and tried to get out of bed, when

Anthony wrapped his arm around her waist. “Where are you going?”

“To work.” She moved the arm around her waist away, but he immediately pinned her down. “Um...” Anthony's shadow loomed over her. “Let's go outside. today.”

*..Where to?"

“Anywhere. I have nothing else to do,” he said.

Anne did not understand why Anthony would want to go out and wondered if it was because of her. She did not know, and could not resist. Anthony had always been forceful, so she knew that she could only obey.

They left at ten in the morning to go outside for lunch.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Anthony began to order, but Anne could not seem to shake the irritation she felt inside.

All the noises in the restaurant were magnified and pierced through her brain.

“You don't feel well?” He asked.

*...50 noisy..."

Anthony turned and scanned the other tables, instantly feeling annoyed by the other customers. The waiter next to them thought, “Is it noisy? I don't think so. Everyone is being rather quiet even when they are chatting or laughing. This is a high-end restaurant, after all. They all know how to behave.’

“Clear the restaurant. I'll pay for all of their bills,” Anthony commanded.

The waiter bowed respectfully. “Right away, Mr.Marwood.”

He proceeded to talk to the other customers and cleared the restaurant, leaving only Anne and Anthony sitting by their table.

“Better?” Anthony handed the menu to the waiter and asked.

Anne nodded hesitantly.

"Anywhere you want to go after this?”

Anne stared at the empty restaurant blankly.

“I'll arrange something, then.”

“No...” Anne instinctively rejected it.

The waiter came over to serve the food, before leaving.

“Let's eat first,” Anthony said while observing her expression.

Anne had never been able to eat much, but the table was still filled by dishes of different cuisines. “There's too much. I can't finish these,” she said.

"Just leave it if you can't finish them,” Anthony said.

Anne proceeded to eat without another word. She knew what was wrong with herself, but like Kathryn had said, she was mentally ill. Anne knew better than anyone that she was ill because of Anthony's relentless control over her.