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From Derision to Triumph: Anthea’s Rise

Chapter 463
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Chapter 463

If Violet were truly the kind of person ssuspected she was, she wouldn't have been out tonight picking up a

necklace for a mere few dollars.

She could have easily gone to a high-end store and chosen an expensive one.

But she didn't.

Even though Nanson spoke so confidently about her, Anthea wasn't particularly fond of Violet, whom she had

never met. "They say the face reflects the heart, but that's not always true. Speople may look sharp and

bitter but are actually kind and easy to get along with. Conversely, sappear gentle and kind but may not be

so at heart!"

Having lived two lifetimes, Anthea had encountered all sorts of people.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Nanson meeting Violet was just too coincidental...

After all, there's a term called hypocrisy.

"| think Annie's got a point!" Carole nodded in agreement. "Nanson, you've only known her for three months.

There's still a lot you don't know. You should pay more attention and see if her character is really what you

imagine."

Nanson liked Violet a lot and never doubted her intentions. "Sis, Annie, | assure you, Violet isn't the kind of girl

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who's after money. She's withfor who | am, not for wealth! | know words won't convince you now, but once

you meet her, you'll see I'm not making this up."

Living in an upscale neighborhood was proof enough that Violet wasn't struggling financially.

If she didn't lack money, why would she be after it?

Anthea was quite curious about Violet and raised an eyebrow, "Uncle, when are you planning to bring her over

for us to meet?"

Nanson chuckled, "Since you're so eager to meet your future aunt, I'll find a tto bring her over for you all to

see."

In the heart of the city, summer break was halfway over.

Gerard Lindsay knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He had to make another trip to Cloudcrest!

Carrying a plate of homemade pastries, Gerard entered JLindsay's room. "Grandma."

"Ah, Gerry, you're here." Jsat up in bed.

The weather had been poor recently, and her old rheumatism was acting up, making her feel uncomfortable all

over.

Gerard sat down by her side, offering her the treats. "Grandma, | made these pastries myself for the first time.

Please try them. | know your teeth aren't what they used to be, so | made them extra soft."

To cheer Jup, it wasn't just about saying the right things but also doing the right things.

Jpicked up a piece, smiling warmly. "As long as you made them, I'll love them."

The pastries melted in her mouth, the taste soft and delightful.

Clearly, Gerard had put a lot of effort into perfecting them.

Jcouldn't help but praise him.

Gerard carefully chose his words. Instead of sneaking off to

Cloudcrest, he decided to be upfront with Janet. "Grandma, Healy, Kearney, George, and | are planning a trip to

Cloudcrest, and I'd like to join them."

Cloudcrest?

Janet's expression darkened instantly, and she set the pastry down. "Why would you want to go to Cloudcrest?"

Gerard was taken aback, unsure of what had upset her. "Did | do something wrong? Is there a problem with going

to Cloudcrest?"

Realizing her reaction might have been too strong, Jsoftened a bit. After all, Gerard didn't know anything

yet.

Thinking this over, Janet's tone eased. "Cloudcrest is just a backwater place, not even half the size of our city!

What's there to do?"

A poor place breeds difficult people.

Carole was one such example.

Gerard continued, "But Cloudcrest's Solstice Mountain is quite fun! | only

explored half of it last time. And Grandma, | heard there's a temple there that's really known for its blessings.

Since you've been unwell, | thought I'd go and light a candle, pray for your good health and long life. Healy,

Kearney, and George are doing the sfor their grandmas. | want the sfor mine!"

Jwas deeply moved by his words.

It turned out the boy wanted to show filial piety.

In old age, there's nothing more cherished than the devotion of younger generations.

"Grandma, I've grown up without doing much for you. Please letgo!"

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