From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 287

Chapter 287

It turned out that the neighbor downstairs heard something amiss and called the cops.

Malcolm's suitcase hit the floor as a set of cold, metallic handcuffs snapped around his wrists. When Gina heard that Malcolm had been locked up for murder, she wasn't exactly surprised. Deep down, she had always known that Malcolm's path was leading nowhere good.

Lizzie went to see Malcolm, just once. After all, he was her father, and his days were numbered.

It was the right thing to do, to see him one last time.

Separated by a pane of glass, Lizzie saw Malcolm, haggard and aged beyond his years. Just a few days had passed, yet he seemed a different man.

"Dad."

"Lizzie," Malcolm managed a feeble smile, "Thanks for coming to see your old man."

He'd thought there had been a mix-up when the guard said he had a visitor.

But there she was, Lizzie, actually there.

"How are you holding up in here?" Lizzie asked.

row inmates, the kind of people capable of

ordinary mind couldn't fathom the kind of

never

too late

worry. Just take care of your mom, focus on your studies, get into

messed up, big time. I wasn't a good husband, much less a good

down, keep those eyes wide open. Don't end up with someone like me. Listen to your mom; she's got the years and the wisdom on you..." "Lizzie,

tears streaming down

too had a happy family, a father who

of

up

clouds had passed; now it was time to prep for the SATS, aiming to get into the same college as her best friend,

was buried in books, not even setting aside her dictionary during

from his business

away fluently in French with

French himself, Nanson could

what's your secret? How'd you get

you think you're talking to? Not everyone's as hit-and-miss with their efforts as you are. How could you expect to improve with your approach?" At first, Nanson had been diligent, but that had

piqued his interest, and French wasn't one