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.

bunked with death row inmates, the kind of people

the kind of hell

could do it all over, Malcolm would never have betrayed Gina. He would've cherished his wife and

was too late for

worry. Just take care of your

I wasn't

Listen to your mom; she's got the years and the wisdom on you..." "Lizzie, take good care of her,

Lizzie felt tears streaming down

time, she too had a happy family, a father who

ten minutes of

looked up

prep for the SATS, aiming to get into the

books, not

from his business trip,

away fluently in French with Anthea, really

Nanson could tell-Carole's pronunciation was

secret? How'd you get so

looked up with a smile, "Who do 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,

only had patience for things that piqued his interest,