From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 33

After Anthea departed, Paulina immediately instructed the maid to purchase the medicine listed on the prescription.

She then phoned her mother–in–law Wilma to share the exciting news.

Upon hearing the update, Wilma rushed over in a flurry, “Paulina, is there hope for my son? Where’s the doctor? I must meet her!”

Accompanying Wilma was her niece, Luna.

Luna, orphaned at a young age, had grown up under Wilma’s care.

Since Wilma and her husband Baily never had a daughter, Luna had been cherished as their own over the years.

Paulina said, “Ms. Yeager has already left, but she’ll be back in a week.”

Wilma asked, “Can this Ms. Yeager really cure Tammie?” After seeing countless doctors without hope, she wondered incredulously. “Does that woman possess such skill?” Wilma was fraught with anxiety.

Paulina had the maid bring forth a glass jar, saying, “Take a look at this.”

Inside the glass jar was a blood–red substance with thread–like translucent creatures wriggling within.

At the sight of it, Luna frowned, a flicker of malice passing swiftly through her eyes before she clutched Paulina’s hand in feigned fear, “Paulina, what on earth is that? It’s terrifying!”

shivers

“This is the parasite that’s been inside Tammie. We’ve been mistaken all along, thinking Tammie was sick, but he was infected with this parasite.

her eyes, her gaze growing intense as she

asked, “Are you saying these creatures were living inside Tammie?”

Paulina nodded.

filled her with horror, and she couldn’t bear to imagine the torment her son

much. Now that we’ve found the cause, Ms. Yeager will be able to cure

is right. Don’t be overly concerned. Tammie will definitely

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her phone and proceeded to delete her WhatsApp account and other accounts of

evening, she

sitting at the bar doing his homework when he saw Anthea arrive and greeted her enthusiastically. “Hey, you’re

nodded in

Anthea’s phone, Baldie continued, “Got

“Bought it today.”

on social media? I’ll send you a

over her phone. “Sure.”

“Done.”

Baldie received a notification that

was an unassuming little flower and her alas was a poetic line, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s