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

We’ve been mistaken all along, thinking Tammie was sick, but he was infected with this parasite. Ms. Yeager

as she pondered the true identity of Ms.

you saying these creatures were

Paulina nodded.

her with horror, and she couldn’t bear

Paulina quickly reassured, “Mom, don’t worry too much. Now that we’ve found the cause, Ms. Yeager will be able to cure Tammie.”

“Paulina is right. Don’t be overly concerned.

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her phone and proceeded to delete her WhatsApp

evening, she went to work.

usual, was sitting at the bar doing his homework when he saw Anthea arrive and greeted her

nodded

continued,

“Bought it today.”

we connect on social media? I’ll send you a

briefly, Anthea handed over her phone.

“Done.”

a notification that his friend request had been accepted.

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