She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 32: Exposing Her Own Identity

Pete had called Uncle Chester a single-celled organism before, so Cherry happily probed him for information with peace of mind.

After she learned what had happened, Cherry was dumbfounded.

Why was Pete so unfortunate?

First, he was bullied by his tutors, and now, he was even being maligned!

Meanwhile, her life… Even though Mommy was always sleeping, it seemed like she had never had to suffer anyone’s unkindness since she was born. Could someone tell her why she suddenly felt like transforming into a pitiful little girl bullied by everyone?

Cough, she had digressed.

Still, it was no wonder that Mommy said big families were trouble and forbade her from telling anyone that she was Dr. Anti!

Cherry hung up in a hurry and sent her brother a text message: “I’m gonna tell you a big secret, Pete!”

In the study, Pete, whose head was down, replied after seeing the message on the phone: “What is it?”

Cherry replied: “Uncle Chester said that Daddy has been looking for Anti. In that case, do you know who Anti is?”

Pete immediately understood something when he saw her message. As expected, one second later, Cherry sent another message: “Anti is Mommy!”

Pete’s eyes widened as he stared at the message.

He suddenly remembered how Mommy had told him to head upstairs first when they were on the way back this afternoon. After that, she had gone to treat the patient who had collapsed…

He was about to send another message to Cherry when she sent him a voice message. It sounded like she was hiding in the bathroom and whispering. She said, “Mommy has been saying that Daddy is trouble and she doesn’t want to treat Great-Grandma’s illness because she’s afraid that she’ll be dragged into your familial disputes. What should we do?”

her chin on her palm, feeling awfully troubled. What could she do to get Mommy to

vibrated. Pete’s reply was very

back lazily on the chair in an

keyboard as she destroyed the surveillance cameras’ footage of the events when she was performing emergency first aid in

had to

mustn’t let anyone—especially that man upstairs—find out that she

already become suspicious when they were in the operating

was about to think about the anonymous email she had received this afternoon when a new email arrived in her inbox

Sure enough, it turned out to be

your son to your doorstep.

Nora was puzzled.

stared at the email for a very long time as if she wanted to reach through the Internet and catch the mastermind behind

even talk to them even if she wanted to. She could only choose whether

that sent the email… Then this

didn’t want any trouble. However, if she could really get her son back, then a

thinking through it, she

Hunt’s illness, then she would have to go through Justin for sure. But how was she going to let him know that her medical skills were very impressive without revealing

looked at

it too late for her to try restoring the

In the study upstairs.

are broken, and there are signs of intrusion. Mr. Hunt, do you… have a

hadn’t been

you need me

in the Hunt Corporation, but even they couldn’t handle it.

“I’m busy.”

he stood up and left the study. He went over to the bedroom beside the study and stood in front of the door. He called

being scolded by the people from the family home, Pete would undoubtedly be in

son some time to cool down, but he couldn’t possibly leave him alone in his room all the time. Therefore, he intended to have a good heart-to-heart

back at Lawrence and ordered,

Lawrence went out dejectedly.

to spend some time with Pete after those people from the family home showed up. However, the Andersons also wanted information about the person that had

heard a dispute

went out, he saw Nora standing at the entrance of the stairwell arguing

She said, “In that case, please pass a message for me. Tell them

looking

find her son, then exposing her own identity was the fastest way

seemingly half-amused Lawrence walked over and interrupted her. He said, “Have you thought it

Nora was puzzled.