From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 226

Alex’s physique was nothing short of impressive, the sort that even a professional fitness trainer might envy. His only flaw was the patchwork of scars, large and small, that crisscrossed his back. Though they were old, they remained stark against his skin.

Around his neck, he wore a simple red cord, from which dangled a small wooden charm, polished to a shine through years of wear. Such charms were typically worn for protection by children under the age of ten, yet Alex clung to his as if it held some deeper significance. The red of the cord had faded, but it was clean and well–kept.

After a long shower, Alex emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a black silk robe that hinted at the sculpted abs beneath.

He let his damp hair air dry as he settled down at his desk, ready to draw.

His childhood injuries had left him with fragmented memories, and sometimes a sudden flash of recollection would compel him to capture the fleeting images on paper.

the page was filled with a haunting scene: a frail boy sat huddled in a corner, his gaze vacant, his skin marred by numerous scars. Before him stood a little girl, bending down as if speaking

were a well of unspoken torment, which only began to dissipate as

gifts. Anthea had agreed to his request to become his god–granddaughter, but the consent of her

respect.

family, raised by a devoted mother and

with a smile, “Thank you, Annie’s Mom, your home exudes warmth and

three–bedroom home, a stark contrast to the

your tea,” Nanson offered, placing a

Anthea. Carole informed him she had gone for a run and would be back