From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 240

It wasn’t just about insoles, it was about the fact that Darleen had crafted them with her own hands. Such a gesture was priceless!

In this age of automation, which youngster would willingly stitch a pair of insoles for the elders at home?

That granddaughter! She had every

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The more Janet thought about it, the happier she became.

With a smile. Dadeen said, “Grandma, i am your granddaughter, isn’t it natural for me to look after you? Wait until I start making money, and I’ll take you on a world tour! We’ll travel in different cultures and landscapes”

Girls are always more considerate. Unlike Gerard, who had never spoken such endearing words to her. Did the Lindsay family lack the funds for a world tour? No, what they lacked was a loving and dutiful child.

“That’s my girl,” Janet said, patting Darleen’s hand. “Grandma can’t wait for that world tour with you.”

“Oh, by the way, Grandma, where are Gerry and Keeley?” Darleen asked.

“They went out early to visit folks for the holidays and haven returned yet,” Janet replied.

Edna chimed in, “Janet, how come I haven’t seen your other sons and their wives and kids come by yet?”

child in the family, with four elder brothers.

last night, which has made the roads treacherous. They probably won’t arrive

couldn’t wait to see all her children and grandchildren, whom

weather had other

it back in time to be with you, I’ll keep you company,” Darleen said, clinging to

Janet said, her face beaming with

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a flash of disgust passed

sensitive to the smell that clung to the elderly.

member of the Lindsay family, and her position was precarious. She had to

swallowing of pride would pay

Janet seemed to remember something. “Oh, Edna, someone sent over some gifts a few days ago. Take some back

in return was

were as revered as decrees in the Fletcher

this wasn’t just a mere gift; it was also a testament to Janet’s affection and approval.

all family. There’s no need for such

and said, “It’s for your mother, not for

decline. Triumph glinted in her eyes.