Anastasia didn’t deny anything that Vincent had just said to her.
It was true that she didn’t see Caspian forgiving her in the near future. It was also true that she was there to seek suggestions from Vincent and Tilla, and if available, she was also seeking for some comfort from her friend.
Vincent didn’t want to push Anastasia any further. She already looked broken. He didn’t want to break her spirit any further. So, he stopped questioning her or saying anything else.
The living room became quiet until Tilla finally came sprinting to greet Anastasia.
“Anna!” Tilla spread her arms and immediately flung herself to hug her dear and poor friend. “Oh, Anna… How are you doing? Are you alright?” She pulled away from the hug and asked while examining her friend’s face and hands, “You aren’t hurt anywhere, are you?”
“Why would I be hurt?” Anastasia managed to pull the corners of her lips and force a little smile on her face. “I am fine. I’m alright.”
