fantishu
Chapter 245
She was Anthea’s grandma after all.
Even if she were to cripple Anthea, there wasn't a soul who could stop her.
Anthea clenched a feather duster in her hand, seemingly with a light grip, yet Gemma couldn't pry it away no matter how hard she tried. "You old hag! I'm warning you, this is my house! I have only one uncle, and his name is Uncle Nanson! If you keep spouting nonsense, don't blame me for not being nice!"
Anthea had always held a deep respect for the elderly.
In her past life, it was a kind stranger, an old woman, who had saved her life.
But facing Gemma's shameless attitude, Anthea couldn't muster any respect.
Gemma was both angry and scared when she looked at Anthea's face.
That fear was instinctual and uncontrollable.
Regardless, she was Anthea's grandmother. How dare Anthea, a younger generation, raise her voice at her?
Did she have no regard for her own grandmother?
In the moment, Gemma played her trump card, collapsing on the floor, wailing and shouting, "Somebody help! Come and see! A granddaughter hitting her grandmother! At my age, to be struck by a youngster! I can't go on! I'm done! You cursed little wretch! The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, a shameless hussy raising another nobody wants! She's killing someone..."
Felton slammed the table with a resounding smack, harmonizing with Gemma's performance on the floor, "What a family tragedy! To think I've raised such an ungrateful daughter! Striking her own parents! Oh, Lord! Why don't you just take us now? What purpose do we serve living in this world? You ungrateful child! You'll be struck down by divine retribution!"
Carole looked at her parents before her.
Memories of the past flashed through her mind, bringing tears to her eyes.
As a child, unloved by her father and mother, she was raised by Grandma until she was eleven.
At her grandma’s, she had experienced a blissful childhood. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
But after her grandmother passed away, her parents took her back home, and that's when her misery truly began.
Taken back the year she was to start fifth grade, her parents didn't allow her to continue her education.
With two older sisters and a brother, the family couldn't afford to send too many kids to school.
At eleven, not even five feet tall, she not only had to work temp jobs at the workshop but also take care of all the household chores...
Though Felton and Gemma were her parents, they had never fulfilled their parental duties.
Carole clenched her fists, "What exactly do you want from me!?"
Her roar drowned out every other voice in the room.
A sudden silence fell. Even Gemma stopped her howling, she looked up at Carole.
Carole cleared her throat and demanded, "What will it take for you to leave me alone?"
If she had a choice, she would have preferred never to have set foot in this world.
Vanessa spoke with a smile, "Carole, since you've spoken your mind, let's lay it all out on the table!" The facade was already torn, no need to pretend any longer.
Gemma scrambled to her feet, "Yes, let's speak plainly!"
Vanessa continued, "Carole, I hear you've struck it rich now! Running a restaurant and playing the boss lady, huh?"
"No." Carole flatly denied. She knew her parents' character; if they learned she was running a successful restaurant, there'd be no end to their antics.
Vanessa persisted, "Don't try to fool us! Your big sister spilled the beans! Carole, you're a Yeager, always a part of the Yeager family! What's yours is ours! Your money is also the Yeager family's money!"
Pausing, Vanessa added, "A woman like you, with a child in tow, can't possibly manage a restaurant. So, I've discussed it with your brother, and we've decided to take it off your hands. It's a tough job, but we're family! We'll head over to the office and transfer the ownership. Oh, and I've heard Annie's made something of herself too, a big-time broadcaster now, must have saved a pretty penny. Holding all that cash isn't safe for you two, so hand it over for safekeeping. I hear it's about fifty million, right?"