A faint voice echoed through the room, yet itnded with a thud.
N?velDrama.Org is the owner.
All eyes turned towards the entrance.
From the doorway, a slender sound made its entrance.
In the midst of a frigid December, she was d in nothing but a thin white hoodie, ck jeans, and
a pair of white sneakers that entuated 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 wee you, so please leave at
once!"
"Brat! What did you say?" Felton mmed his hands down on the table, ring fiercely at Carole.
Vanessa, ever the diplomat, knew they''de for money, and rtions mustn''t sour too much. With
a smile, she yed 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.
For a moment, Carole was at a loss for words.
Anthea chuckled and joined in, "If you really cared about my mom, why didn''t you visit even once
when we lived in that basement all those years? For eighteen years, even our next-door neighbor
thought my mom was an orphan with no parents! Now that we''re doing well, youe with a bag of
stale peanut brittle to show affection?"
Now that Carole had opened three restaurants and moved out of the basement, life was looking up,
and these people couldn''t sit still.
They never considered how they had humiliated Carole back at ine''s house!
Anthea had lived enough to see all kinds of people, but this level of shamelessness was a first for
her!
Vanessa''s face momentarily betrayed her embarrassment.
The peanut brittle they brought was indeed stale, meant to cate Carole, but Anthea''s keen eyes
saw through their ruse.
"No, Annie, you''ve got it all wrong!" Vanessa quickly added, "Saul and I couldn''t bear to eat this
peanut brittle, saving it for your mom! Who knew it would expire so quickly? They say it''s the
thought that counts, and this peanut brittle represents our affection for your mom."
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 ept such valuable affection! The door is right there; please
leave immediately! You''re not wee 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!"