From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 199

She was waiting for the day Kendrick himself come to Cloudcrest to apologize to her in person!

Rebecca’s lips curled into a smug smile.

At the Wright Manor.

Kendrick furrowed his brow as he examined the pill Rebecca had left behind. “Corrin, throw it away.”

Corrin nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Damian immediately interjected, “Dad! This is a miracle cure from the legendary healer. People would kill for this stuff, and it’s a thoughtful gesture from Ms. Morris. How can you just throw it away?”

Kendrick was sharp as a tack in his day.

It was a shame his eldest son wasn’t quite as bright, unable to uphold the family’s image.

Otherwise, the Wright family wouldn’t be in such disarray every time Kendrick faced a crisis. Kendrick shot him a dismissive glance, “You want to poison me with this unregulated junk?”

The only thing that came with Rebecca’s medicine‘ was the box it was in–no labels, no instructions.

“But, but… Ms. Morris claimed to be a direct descendant of that renowned healer…”

Kendrick scoffed, “Do you believe any lies people tell you? You’re over forty and still can’t think for yourself!”

Damian was too gullible, believing anything anyone told him. If Damian didn’t bear such a striking resemblance to Kendrick in his youth, Kendrick might have doubted he was his own flesh and blood!

Aside from their looks, they had little in common.

watch helplessly as Corrin prepared to toss the medicine away.

Kendrick turned around, “Hold on, Corrin. Don’t throw it

it was someone else’s property, and it wouldn’t be right to dispose of it so

for it? What

would surely lead

acknowledged with a

of relief. Was Kendrick

Kena comin

thought Kendrick might be coming around to trusting Rebecca, Kendrick added, “Store it properly, in case Ms. Morris comes back for

Rebecca, but he lacked

day arrived

family’s car was ready and waiting downstairs at the hotel.

her coat over her shoulders. “Sarah, why don’t you

Ann. I don’t know a

don’t know a soul there. Having

someone took advantage of her? It’s better if

said, springing from the

down jacket and joined Anthea

a sharp–dressed young man approached them, “Excuse me, are you the miraculous healer, Ms. Yeager?” Anthea nodded

politely, “Please,

hand,

towards a

the car’s hood shone brightly against the

smokes! A