fantishu
Chapter 31
In Alicia and Mae’s eyes, Anthea was a complete fool who was totally at their mercy.
Otherwise, why would she have always been in their shadow?
Mae couldn’t even be bothered to pretend anymore, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Ann, remember to stock up on more makeup tomorrow! Alicia and I have some other errands, goodbye.”
“Sure,” Anthea nodded slightly.
Watching Mae and Alicia walk away, a hint of a smile played upon Anthea.
Anthea once didn’t believe in the windfall. But now, she did.
Alicia and Mae had just visited the Morris‘ manor. They couldn’t wait to share Anthea’s latest misfortune with Rebecca.
“Guess who Mae and I bumped into?” Alicia said with a smirk.
“Who?” Rebecca lifted an eyelid indifferently.
“It was Anthea! Can you believe what that shameless bitch was doing? She was actually cleaning up at a food stall! You should’ve seen how pitiful she looked!” Alicia said with delight.
Rebecca, previously disinterested, perked up at this, a sneer forming on her face, “Really?”
“Yes, really!” Alicia continued, “She was wearing the uniform and we even said hi to her! Same old dummy as always!”
Mae chimed in, “She’s always been a fool to usurp others‘ belongings and can’t hold a candle to Rebecca! Rebecca is like a princess, while Anthea is not even worth the mud under our shoes.”
“Anthea is, after all, my sister. Maybe we should pay her a visit.” Rebecca suggested, her eyes. glinting with calculation.
Anthea’s downfall would make her grateful for any help just like in, the past, leaving her at Rebecca’s mercy.
“Let’s make it tomorrow night?” Mae suggested.
Rebecca nodded, “Sounds good.”
The next morning, Anthea was up early for her run as usual, dressed in a simple white blouse, her hair flowing, her flawless face expressionless but radiant with a hint of chill.
Passersby turned to look, admiration sparking in their eyes. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
After her run, Anthea stopped by the farmers‘ market before returning home to cook. Cooking was her forte, and Nanson couldn’t praise her enough, “Anthea, you’re amazing! This
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century pancake is much better than what you’d find at the diner!”
As he spoke, something seemed to occur to Nanson, “Oh, someone called for you this morning.”
“Who?” Anthea asked, slightly puzzled.
“He said he was the owner of the Vitality Haven Pharmacy.”
Anthea suddenly remembered her last visit to the pharmacy, “What did he say?”
“He said to swing by his pharmacy at noon, if you’re free,” Nanson relayed.
“Alright, got it,” Anthea nodded.
After breakfast, Anthea cleaned up and prepared to head out. She first bought a new phone with a plan, then made her way to the pharmacy.
“Hello, were you looking for me?”
“Ah, young lady, you’re here,” the pharmacy owner brightened up upon seeing Anthea and hurried over.
“Do you need something from me?”
The pharmacy owner said, “Let me introduce myself first. I’m Willard Smith…”
The situation was as follows.
The husband of Willard’s niece had a nephew by marriage who had fallen seriously ill a year ago. The symptoms were so strange that no diagnosis could be reached. After seeing countless specialists without improvement, or even getting worse, the family was running out
of time.
After witnessing how accurately Anthea’s prescription had worked last time, Willard wanted her to have a look at the patient.
“Time is of the essence, take me to him,” Anthea said.
“Of course,” Willard nodded.