From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 323

Edna nodded in agreement.

As they emerged from the rock garden, Edna had already devised a plan, whispering a few words to Darleen.

Upon hearing this, Darleen went pale, "Mom, are you serious?"

"Absolutely," Edna replied. "Darleen, you know what to do when we see Janet, right?"

Darleen nodded.

"That's my girl." Edna's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Edna was looking for Janet, and as it happened, Janet was looking for Edna too.

The reason was simple.

Edna had made it a daily ritual to bring her a nutritious broth, something Janet had become dependent on. Skipping it for even a day left Janet lethargic and coughing up blood.

And with Edna being so devoted and caring, Janet always enjoyed their little chats.

"Edna!" Janet rounded the corner and spotted Edna and Darleen walking towards her.

"Janet!" Darleen rushed over, pretending to be fond of Janet and hugged her, even though she was internally repulsed by the act.

If it wasn't for her ambition to become the granddaughter of the prestigious Lindsay family, she wouldn't demean herself like this.

Janet was overjoyed, "Darleen, you're here too! My dear granddaughter, I've missed you so much!"

"Grandma, I've missed you too! But with my SATs coming up, I've been holed up at home studying!" Darleen clung to Janet's arm.

Janet laughed, "Right, right, the SATs are important. With your smarts, I'm sure you'll get into a great university!"

"Janet," Edna approached with a smile, "Darleen, let's not bother Janet now, go on."

"It's fine, it's fine, I treat Darleen as my own granddaughter," Janet waved it off.

"Did something happen to Gerry?" Janet pressed.

"I'm scared to say..." Darleen was on the verge of tears.

Edna frowned, "What can't you tell Janet? Out with it! Do you want to worry her to death?"

Janet took Darleen's hand kindly, "Dear, don't be afraid. Tell grandma what's really going on."

Darleen hesitantly said, "My classmate told me, Gerry's been acting really weird lately, his backpack's always got bags of white powder and some long paper strips..."

Janet's face fell.

Delia continued, "Hearing that reminds me, I passed by the young master's room earlier and saw several bags of that powder on his desk too!"

"That scoundrel! His days of playing the fool are over!" Janet slammed the table, her face contorted in anger.