Carole nced back at Sandra, her voice tinged with a mix of indignation and pride. "Ann is my
daughter now, she doesn''t have any sisters! Mrs. Morris, if you’re here to look for trouble, you can
go back now!"
Sandra''s face turned ashen.
“What in the world was Carole? A shameless home-wrecker, who had given birth to a child out of
wedlock! And she had the nerve to speak to me like that.” she thought.
Reba held Sandra''s hand, signaling her not to get upset, then looked at Carole with a feigned
smile. "Mrs. Yeager, my mom''s just got this way about her, but she''s really got a good heart. Please
don''t take it personally."
Carole''s frown deepened, sensing that Sandra and Reba had ulterior motives. "I''m not taking
any of your stuff. We run a modest household here; we don''t have room for high and mighty guests.
Maybe you should head back to your affluent neck of the woods."
Reba didn''t seem to take offense, continuing smoothly, "Mrs. Yeager, I know there''s been some
bad blood between us in the past. I was young and ignorant, and I''m sorry if I ever made you angry.
I came here today to apologize."
Carole just watched Reba.
The Reba of today was d in luxurious fashion, her makeup meticulous, a far cry from her
former self. The only thing that seemed to have changed was that Carole thought Reba didn''t
look as pretty as she used to.
ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
The Reba of the past was like a beacon of light.
She brought radiance wherever she went.
Carole couldn''t fathom what Reba truly wanted.
Anthea stepped forward, looking down at Reba with a hint of supremacy. "We''ve made it clear
you''re not wee here. Do I need to say it again?"
Without more idle talk, Reba pulled out a crimson invitation from her bag. "Anthea, the day after
tomorrow is Audrey Peterson''s 78th birthday celebration. I hope you''ll join me. Here''s the invitation."
With those words, Reba turned to Sandra. "Mom, let''s go."
Sandra nodded, following Reba''s lead.
Anthea watched the two leave, raising an eyebrow slightly before picking up the invitation from the
table.
The Petersons?
Anthea knew a little about Alex Peterson.
Recently, Talbot had been looking to coborate with Alex.
But Alex was in high demand, and Talbot hadn''t managed to secure an appointment.
Anthea was curious about him too.
Talbot was her business partner, after all. And she would consider his business agenda.
Narrowing her eyes, Anthea had initially been indifferent to the birthday bash Reba mentioned.
But now, it seemed like a must-go event.
She closed the invitation, plotting in her mind.
Just then, Carole, clutching the items Reba had brought, ran towards the door.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Anthea called out.
Carole replied, "They left their things. I''m going to return them." She genuinely didn''t want anything
that Reba had brought.
"They drove here, Mom. You won''t catch them now," Anthea pointed out.
Carole frowned. "What should I do then? Should I take a cab to drop them off?"
Anthea offered a small smile. "Isn''t there an orphanage across the street? Why don''t you donate
these items there? Oh, and I bought some clothes and toys. They''ll be delivered soon. I''ll go with
you."
Anthea had been an orphan in a past life.
In this life, she wanted to use her power to do something for children without homes.
After researching the orphanage, Anthea had bought over five hundred down jackets for the kids
and some toys.
On the way to the orphanage, Carole asked, puzzled, "Ann, what was the real reason for Reba
and her mother''s visit today? Were they sincerely bringing us holiday gifts?"
"Of course not."
"Then what were they after?" Carole inquired.
Anthea replied calmly, "Reba''s true motive was probably to get me to attend Audrey''s birthday
celebration with her."
Carole knitted her brows and said, "She''s definitely plotting something! Ann, you better steer clear!"