From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 118

Janet gazed at Jonah’s retreating figure and let out a heavy sigh.

Jonah had so much going for him, if only he weren’t so hopelessly devoted!

Unfortunately, he had given his heart to the wrong person. Carole wasn’t worth his unwavering loyalty.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“Madam, Edna Fletcher is here.”

At the mere mention of the name, Janet’s face brightened and she promptly bee–lined for the living room.

“Edna.”

“Janet.” Edna walked in, carrying a thermos. “I’ve made you some bone broth, with some herbs for wellness. You should drink it while it’s hot.”

Edna was 39 but looked after herself so well that she could pass for a woman in her early twenties. With her radiant beauty and graceful demeanor, she was always seen with a polite smile, never seeming to get upset about anything.

Edna and Jonah had grown up together, childhood sweethearts through and through.

She had always had a special place in her heart for Jonah.

Their families had even verbally agreed to a marriage between them when they were both children.

But it was a case of unrequited love.

When Edna found out that Jonah had forsaken her for a woman as plain as they come, she married a suitable man in a fit of pique.

car accident not

time, Edna was pregnant.

Edna. If Jonah hadn’t broken the engagement, Edna

waited for Jonah, which made Janet very fond of

you shouldn’t have

and handed it to Janet, “Nonsense, you’ve looked

I can

tasted the broth,

daughter, born

death, Edna chose to keep the

“Darleen started school

Janet nodded.

hesitantly, “Janet, my mother passed away when I was young, and I’ve always seen

speak your mind. There’s no need for formalities.”

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considered her words, “I’ve heard rumors that Gerry’s mother was carrying twins. No matter what happened back then, that child is still part of the Lindsay family. Can you bear

mother, I know how hard it is for a woman to raise a

Do you think I’m heartless? If that child was Jonah’s, wouldn’t I do everything

a tradition of only having

sons, eleven grandsons, and three great–grandsons, but not a single granddaughter. She had always

be a granddaughter out there,

all her excitement had been

shocked, asked, “What

“That child isn’t Jonah’s.”