From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 244

A faint voice echoed through the room, yet it landed with a thud.

All eyes turned towards the entrance.

From the doorway, a slender sound made its entrance.

In the midst of a frigid December, she was clad in nothing but a thin white hoodie, black jeans, and a pair of white sneakers that accentuated her long, elegant legs.

Her face, untouched by makeup, was breathtakingly beautiful.

Upon seeing Anthea, Carole's heart found its calm. With a steely face, she said to Felton, "Annie's right. I've cut ties with you all a long time ago. Our home doesn't welcome you, so please leave at once!"

"Brat! What did you say?" Felton slammed his hands down on the table, glaring fiercely at Carole.

Vanessa, ever the diplomat, knew they'd come for money, and relations mustn't sour too much. With a smile, she played peacemaker, "Dad, don't get angry. Carole didn't mean it like that. She's your daughter. She'd never cut ties with you!"

After her speech, Vanessa turned to Carole, "Carole, darling, that whole misunderstanding at your sister's house—everyone was hot-headed, and things were said in the heat of the moment. They weren't meant to sever ties. Surely, you don't believe that! Look, your mom and dad, your brother and I came to apologize today. You know, as children, we should honor our parents. It's a sin to hold anger against them. Carole, I know you're not that kind of person! And besides, mom, dad, your brother and I, we've always had you and Annie in our hearts. Look, we know how much you love peanut brittle, so we brought you some specially."

Vanessa was quite the wordsmith. With her eloquence, she not only appeased Carole but also reminded her of her duties as a daughter.

A good daughter, regardless of her parents' actions, must never harbor anger towards them. That was the duty of filial piety.

Carole furrowed her brow tightly.

She was never one for words. The weight of filial piety could crush a person...

Vanessa had indeed struck a nerve with her speech.

Stale peanut brittle, spun by Vanessa into a priceless token of affection.

Not everyone had such a gift of gab.

Anthea's lips curled slightly, "We can't accept such valuable affection! The door is right there; please leave immediately! You're not welcome in our home!"

"Carole! Is this how you've taught your daughter?" Saul rose from his seat, livid.

Anthea looked up at Saul, "This is my house. How my mom raises her daughter is none of your business. Who do you think you are?"

"Little bitch! Is that how you speak to your uncle? I won't let you get away with this today!" Gemma leaped up, grabbing a nearby feather duster to strike Anthea, "You impudent child! Your mother didn't teach you manners! I'll do it for her today! If you don't apologize to your uncle, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"