Edna gently patted Delia''s hand, "The weather''s been dreadfultely, lots of rain. Your arthritis must


    be acting up, do take care."


    "Okay," Delia nodded, her face shrouded in a thick veil of concern.


    Their emotions remained unspoken, yet understood.


    Delia no longer resisted epting Edna''s gift, reminding her, "It''s gettingte, be careful driving


    home."


    Edna nodded in acknowledgment.


    After Edna left, Delia didn''t immediately depart. Instead, she stood there, watching the taillights of


    the sedan vanish into the night before she turned and made her way back to the estate.


    After Sarah left, Anthea busied herself at home, tinkering with microchips, eager to get her


    temperature-regting clothing line on the market.


    She then picked up a few gigs on GlobalGigaNet.


    With her hands full, Anthea decided not to help out at the diner that evening.


    The next morning, after a run with Tanya, Anthea was just approaching the entrance of her


    neighborhood when a stretch Lincoln suddenly blocked her path.


    The car door swung open, and six uniformed men stepped out one by one, lining up in formation. All


    in ck suits and sunsses.


    It was just like something out of a movie, depicting the grand entrance of a wealthy heiress.


    So cool!


    Next, an elegant, silver-haireddy emerged, basking in the attention like a star among her


    entourage.


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    Anthea was taken aback, "Mrs. Christensen?"


    Used to seeing Karen in in clothes, Anthea was a bit thrown off by the sudden disy of


    opulence.


    "Ann!" Karen dashed over and enveloped Anthea in a warm hug.


    She hadn''t seen Anthea in days and was struck by how stunning she looked—more beautiful than


    even in her own youth.


    Karen boasted, "Are you surprised? Thought you saw the wrong person?"


    Anthea nodded, "A little, yeah."


    With a proud smile, Karen teased, "I''ve told you we’re loaded, but you wouldn''t believe me!"


    Anthea replied, "I believe it now."


    The bodyguards, the spectacle, the luxury car—it seemed Mrs. Christensen''s family didn''t just have


    a mine; they might as well own the mint.


    Karen went on, "My grandson is quite the heartthrob, you know!"


    Winking at Anthea, she hinted, "What do you say, consider my grandson, maybe?"


    The saying goes, having an elder is like having a treasure.


    And it couldn''t be more true. Karen was just like a yful child at heart.


    Anthea deftly changed the subject, "Mrs. Christensen, it''s boiling out here. Let''s go inside and chat.


    My mom made chilled plum juice this morning. It''s delightful!"


    "Sounds good," Karen nodded, then turned to her bodyguards, "Bring the gear, follow me!"


    Gear?


    Anthea was puzzled. Was the olddy gearing up for a brawl?


    Karenughed, exining, "Ann, you''ve been so kind to me before, treating me to crawfish and


    c, so I brought some gifts for your mom and uncle."


    "Mrs. Christensen, that''s very generous of you, but you''re always wee here without bringing


    gifts."


    Karen patted Anthea''s hand, "My family''s loaded! A little something like this is nothing. Just a drop


    in the bucket! Oh, and Ann, I brought some Iberico ham too. Let''s hurry—I''ve heard it''s delicious!"


    Karen had visited the Yeager family once before and knew her way around.


    Upon arriving at the Yeager residence, she began directing the bodyguards to ce the items


    properly.


    Anthea went to the kitchen to brew some coffee for Karen.


    Returning from the kitchen, she was stunned to find the living room nearly filled to the brim.


    "Mrs. Christensen, why did you bring so much stuff?" Anthea asked, her voiceced with yful


    reproach. "You said just a little."