After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 395

Chapter 395

Balling my fists, I watched as the car disappeared into the horizon. I had never panicked as badly as Iwas at that moment, and never had I ever been so furious as well.

While I despised the Shaw family, I despised Michael even more.

What happened in the past month was only a temporary blissful moment before our relationship cameto an end. He told me he was going on a business trip, but I guessed that he was trying to end thingswith me.

I had underestimated how ruthless the man could be. We had been together for such a long time, and Ihad never thought that he would do such a cruel thing to me.

Without missing a beat, I hailed a cab and handed the driver all the money I had on me to have himdrive me to the Shaw residence as quickly as he could.

After reaching the Shaw residence, a security guard stopped me before I could even enter the premise.

“Let me in! I'm Michael's wife!” was what I roared at the security guard when he stood in my way.

“I'm sorry, but I've received instructions from Mr. Andy not to let you into the place from now on,” thesecurity guard said impassively, ignoring the fact that I was looking daggers at him.

He did not let me in despite my relationship with Michael.

I had been to the Shaw residence many times before, so I was sure that the security guard knew who Iwas. Hence, the Shaws were definitely the ones who instructed the guard to stop me outside. They had

just forcibly taken my child away, and yet, they were forbidding me from entering their residence.

They had told me that I could see my child any time I wanted, but those words from them were nothingbut a lie!

“Let me in! I'm going to bring my child home!”

The Shaws did not keep their promise. I had just signed the paper, and almost immediately, theyrefused to let me see my child. There was no way I was going to let him stay in their residenceanymore. It was at that moment I was filled with remorse.

At the same time, I suddenly realized how big of a fool I was. The Shaws were already treating memercilessly, so I should have known they would not possibly give me the chance to see my child again.

“Ms. Garcia, if you insist on barging in, please don't blame us if we're rough with you. I hope you won'tput us in a difficult spot,” said the other security guard in a cold tone.

It seemed like they were not planning to let me into the place at all.

“Please let me in. I want to bring my child away from here. I just want to see my child, and I'll leaveright after that, please?” I pleaded while looking at them.

At that very second, the only thing I wanted was to see my child.

“Ms. Garcia, I'd advise you to leave quickly. You won't be able to enter this place. If we let you in, I'mafraid we'll be fired.”

One of the security guards was looking at me with sympathy, but at the end of the day, that was all theycould offer to me. They were only employees of the Shaw family. If I were to enter, they would be firedfrom their post.

“I won't leave! If I don't see my child, I won't leave!” I cried out determinedly.

As I stared at the Shaw residence, the urge to murder the Shaws emerged in my heart.

Nevertheless, the two security guards never let me in, no matter what I did. Knowing that they wereonly following orders, I did not blame them for it. Still, the abhorrence I had for the Shaws grew moreintense.

At the start, there was a hint of guilt in me. Yet, after getting stopped outside the Shaw residence, theonly feeling left in me was nothing but pure hatred.

I then took out my phone to call Michael again, but like before, the call did not go through. Lincoln hadalready told me clearly that Michael was aware of it, yet I refused to give up. However, upon hearingthe automated voice coming out of the speakers, I could not help but wonder if Michael did have a partin this.

I wanted to know why he was treating me in such a way and why he had to be so cruel to me. Even ifhe thought I hurt his mother, there was no need for him to be so heartless toward me. I refused tobelieve that he would not be the least bit affected to watch our child lose his mother.

My hand that was holding the phone lowered. At that moment, all of my hopes were shattered. Sincethey refused to let me into the premise, I decided to sit right by the gate. I was going to wait there

because I refused to believe that they could stay in the house forever. As long as I remained there, Iwould surely be able to see my child.

Time ticked away, and soon, it was nighttime. The sky was dark, while the Shaw residence was brightlylit. However, no one from the Shaw family came out. Having not seen my child for hours, I grewrestless. Anxiety bloomed in my chest; I wanted to know if he was crying and if he had eaten.

Right then, the two security guards by the entrance glanced at me and sighed. Perhaps it was becausethey never expected me to be that stubborn.

Wearing a sympathetic expression, one of the guards walked over to me and said, “Ms. Garcia, you'vebeen waiting here for such a long time, but the Shaws haven't let you in. You should go back. Theywon't let you see your child.”

“I won't go until they give me back my child.” I spoke with a determined voice as I stared at the brightlylit mansion.

Regardless of what would happen, I was going to take my child away. I would not leave until I saw him.

To be honest, I was still consoling myself that the Shaws were only treating me in that way becausethey were still in a temper. I told myself it was because they wanted to teach me a lesson after hurtingJosephine. Deep down, I still believed that they would not be that callous toward me.

However, as time passed, I realized how naïve I was. A night had gone by, and the sun had risen to thesky again. Yet, there were still no signs of the Shaws.

I had not eaten nor drunk for an entire day, so the hunger and thirst were starting to sap me of energy.

In fact, I could not summon any strength to my limbs at all.

Honestly, I knew that I could not last long waiting outside the Shaw residence like that, but I did notwant to give up. I was scared that, once I left, I would miss the opportunity to see my child. That waswhy I repeatedly told myself that I could not go and had to remain there to see my child.

The sky was gray, and it looked like it was about to rain. Since I did not wear many layers when I cameout the day before, I was shivering from the chilliness in the morning of fall.

When the cold breeze blew onto me, I shook like a leaf. Turning to look at the Shaw residence, I stillsaw no signs of the Shaws. By then, I was convinced that they knew I was right outside and that theywere deliberately avoiding me.

Thus, I took out my phone to dial Lincoln's number. Just as the call went through, he hung up. Refusingto admit defeat so easily, I called him a few more times, but it all ended the same way as the first.

It was then my suspicions were confirmed. When Lincoln declared that I could see my child at any time,he was only saying it so that he could trick me into signing the paper. At that thought, I found Michael'sseemingly kind and caring father to be vile.

The sky darkened even more. Soon, the sounds of thunder began filling the air. I knew it was going torain, but I had no plans to leave.

“Ms. Garcia, you should really leave now. It's going to rain soon, and you've been here for almosttwenty-four hours.”