From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 512

When Kendrick saw the housekeeper leading Anthea inside, for a moment, he thought he was seeing things. "Annie!"

"Kendrick."

Wait-he wasn't imagining it?

She was really here!

Kendrick sprang from the couch, his face breaking into a wide, delighted grin. "Annie, when did you get to the city? Why didn't you tell Grandpa ahead of time? I could have sent someone to pick you up at the airport!"

He shot the housekeeper a look and added, "Could you please bring us some tea?"

Just then, Damian Wright came down the stairs. When he spotted Anthea, he approached with a respectful nod. "Ms. Yeager."

Thinking back to their first meeting, Damian couldn't help but regret how skeptical he'd been. Back then, he'd assumed Anthea was some kind of fraud, certain she'd never be able to help the old man.

But, against all odds-when the doctors had given Kendrick a death sentence- he'd made a full recovery.

Now, Damian held nothing but respect for her.

"Uncle Damian," Anthea greeted him politely.

Damian, looking a little sheepish, gestured for her to sit. "Please, Ms. Yeager, make yourself comfortable."

Kendrick glanced over at Damian. "Where's your wife? Doesn't she know we have a guest?"

The two men exchanged a knowing look. Kendrick didn't want Anthea to feel awkward as the only woman in the room. Times like this called for a feminine presence.

Damian nodded. "I'll go get Yvonne."

makeup, even at home. As soon as she saw Anthea, she beamed and took her hand affectionately. "So you're Annie! I've heard

who had three sons but not a single daughter, couldn't help but dote on Anthea. If

offered a polite

if by habit, Yvonne slipped her bracelet from her wrist and pressed it into Anthea's hand. "Annie, since it's our first

too generous-I can't possibly accept

firm, closing Anthea's fingers around the bracelet. "If

so decisively, Anthea had no choice but

smiled. "I heard from

at Cloudcrest, right?"

that's right."

Yvonne's eyes widened in

admiration. "You're incredible! Not

my three rascals, who

vel

the bottom of their class swear, they give me migraines! What on

talented, and brilliant. This young

with the Wright family, not leaving until

insisted on having the family

with a smile. "That's really not necessary, Kendrick. A friend's coming

me guess-it's a

nodded, unable to deny

a knowing look. "Is he someone who's interested in

"No,

it is,"

goodbyes to the Wrights, Anthea

by the curb. Sherman leaned against the door,