From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea ) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 

Janet felt a bitter twist in her heart upon hearing those words 

If Gerard had been simply a tough exterior hiding a warm heart, that would have been one thing. 

But it was clear that Gerard had no affection for Edna: he even had the nerve to bad–mouth her. 

What a waste of Edna’s affection, always putting Gerard first in everything. Did he even deserve her? 

With a heavy sigh, Janet’s thoughts were interrupted. 

Edna came in with a smile, Janet, what’s got you sighing?” 

Janet’s eyes clouded with worry as she replied, “I’m just a bit uneasy about Gerry. He’s morphing into such a bull–headed kid, just scared he might veer off track.” 

Especially with someone like Carole in his lineage. 

Given his behavior today, Janet’s worries deepened. 

Edna offered comforting words, “Janet, Geny’s a sensible kid, he’s just not great with words. Don’t worry about him.” 

Delia chimed in, “My lady, it’s simple to get Gerard to wise up. There’s no need for concerni 

“How so?” Janet looked up at Delia with curiosity. 

“Well, as the saying goes, hothing ventured, nothing gained!‘ The lad’s been coddled as an only child. A little recklessness is normal. If Miss Edna here were to give him a little brother, well, with a bit of brotherly competition, he’d shape up in no time! Two birds with one stone, wouldn’t you say?” 

Janet’s eyes sparkled at the idea 

Edna blushed, “Delia, what are you implying? Janet, please don’t mind her ramblings.” 

But Janet chuckled, “I think Delia might be onto something. Edna, imagine if you could give our Jonah a child. How wonderful would that be!” 

The offspring of Edna and Jonah would surely be brilliant. 

Janet grew more excited at the thought. 

At the night market. 

Gerard, Healy, and Keamey sat at a small round table, digging into some steaming hot dogs and skewers. 

The frosty winter night was biting. 

Biting into a piping hot dog slathered in spicy sauce made your whole body tingle with warmth. 

“Healy, George, Kearney, let’s have a toast,” Healy lifted his shot glass filled with beer. 

Gerard joined in, downing the liquor in one gulp. 

“Gerard, you seem down, buddy?” asked Healy. 

Gerard remained silent. 

h? You don’t think your Healy continued, “The whole mess with the secret admirer’s notes isn’t sorted yet, eh? You don’t make your dad marry that woman and have another child, do you?” 

your grandma would actually 

of the family.