If Reba went chasing after Kendrick, wouldn''t she look desperate?


    Besides, when they were in Capital City, Kendrick had the nerve to kick her out of the Wright family.


    This time around, she was determined to make Kendrick apologize to her face! She wanted him to


    know how it felt to p himself silly. After all, she was the descendant of the legendary healer,


    comparable to Hippocrates!


    Was she someone to be trifled with?


    It was December 20th. Following the traditions of Cloudcrest, everyone was getting ready for


    Christmas.


    The Yeager family lived on the ground floor, so Carole set up the table in the front garden,ying out


    the feast.


    “Mrs. Yeager.” A voice, hauntingly familiar.


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    Carole looked up and locked eyes with Reba, her daughter she had nurtured and cared for the


    last eighteen years.


    “Reba, what brings you here?” Carole murmured, incredulous.


    It had been almost half a year since Reba had returned to the Morris family.


    This was her first visit back.


    Instinctively, Carole felt that Reba''s visit wasn''t out of goodwill.


    The girl had always been peculiar, distant.


    Even though they were once mother and daughter, their connection had be as flimsy as a


    house of cards.


    Reba smiled and said, “Mrs. Yeager, let me introduce you, this is my mother.”


    Sandra offered a stiff smile, nodding at Carole.


    Carole then said, “Please,e in and make yourselvesfortable.”


    Their three-room apartment wasn''t spacious.


    Reba surveyed the modest surroundings with disdain.


    Logically, with Anthea''s current status on RealTimeFlow, she should be doing well financially.


    How could they end up in such a shabby ce?


    Could it be that Nanson, the no-hoper and gambler, had squandered all their money?


    Anthea was still managing to get by with her RealTimeFlow broadcasts.


    But once Anthea lost her appeal, they''d probably have to retreat to a basement apartment again.


    "I''m about to reim my glory, with beauty beyondpare, and unmatched chess skills," Reba


    thought to herself, "And Anthea? She''s nothing inparison!"


    A triumphant gleam shed in Reba''s eyes as she continued, “Mrs. Yeager, my mother and I


    came to drop off a Christmas'' gift. By the way, is Anthea not at home?”


    Carole wasn''t one to take advantage of others, and besides, she sensed that Reba''s intentions


    were questionable, “Reba, you''re too kind! We can''t ept this gift.”


    Reba insisted, “Once a gift is given, there''s no taking it back. Please, keep it.”


    Carole remained reluctant.


    Sandra stood aside, her eyes filled with contempt.


    She couldn''t stand to be in such a filthy ce a second longer than necessary!


    If Reba hadn''t insisted on it, she would never have stepped foot here.


    Sandra couldn''t imagine how much Reba had suffered living with Carole all these years.


    Just then, Anthea emerged from the apartment. The cecked central heating, but she didn''t


    seem to feel the cold, wearing only a white spaghetti-strap dress, her delicate corbones


    shimmering in the air.


    She was stunningly beautiful. Even dressed so simply, she was captivating.


    Reba''s eyes narrowed with envy.


    But it would soon be over. Anthea, with all her beauty, was destined to fall from grace and suffer.


    As Reba remembered her own torments from a past life, she didn''t feel fear, but exhration!


    After all, she had escaped from hell, and Anthea was on the brink of entering it!


    “Anthea, dear,” Reba greeted her with a warm smile.


    Anthea wasn''t in the mood for pretenses today, “What are you doing here?”


    Sandra spoke coldly, “Is that how you address your sister?”


    Carole frowned slightly.


    At home, she had never spoken harshly to Anthea. What right did Sandra have?


    Her daughter wasn''t born to be belittled by others.