Chapter 291
Karen set her fork down and continued, "The miracle doc who cured Granny is coming to our place today."
Karen knew how to handle her grandson, Sherman. If she outright said, "Your future bride is coming over," he'd balk, no question about it. But a little twist of words could work wonders.
And she wasn't fibbing—Anthea truly was a miracle worker! “Coming over today?" Sherman glanced up, a flicker of interest in his eyes.
He'd always been grateful to the healer he'd never met. Were it not for her, Karen's chronic headaches would still be tormenting her. It was only during these past months that Karen's laughter had truly returned
Beyond gratitude, Sherman was genuinely curious about the person who had cured Karen. After all, her condition had stumped doctors for years, yet with one prescription from this miracle doc, she was a new person.
Karen nodded. "Maybe you should stick around the house today, welcome our guest. After all, she did save my life.”
"Of course,” Sherman agreed with a nod, the dutiful grandson shining through. “Anyone who can ease your suffering deserves my personal thanks." Satisfied, Karen watched as Sherman made his way upstairs. Adah gave her a thumbs-up. "Mom, you're a genius!"
Karen couldn't help but preen a little. "Well, you know the saying—there's no substitute for experience!"
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Anthea returned from her morning jog and headed straight for the shower.
Ten minutes later, wrapped in a towel, she stood before her wardrobe, undecided. Like every woman, her-closet was perpetually » lacking tt that one perfect outfit. After some deliberation, she settled on a simple white dress that cincted at the-waist, topped with a stylish trench coat, and paired with combat boots. The whole ensemble screamed effortlessly cool.
Dressed and ready, she whistled at her reflection. "How can someone be this gorgeous?"
Leaving the Yeager residence just after niné-she got on the Uber. The driver couldn't help but sneak peeks at herthrough the rear-view mirror. In alshis time driving, he'd never had a fare to Sunnybrook Estate:
Who didn't know about Sunnybrook Estate in Cloudcrest? This girl had to be loaded! Half an hour later, the car pulled up to the estate's grand entrance.
Anthea stepped out confidently and strode toward the interior.
Sunnybrook was exclusive, its gate. usually.clésed to the public. But = Anthea, in her maroon coat, exuded an aura that said she was anything but’ ‘ordinary. No one dared to stop Her.
Sunnybrook Estate was home to the elite. A misstep with someone of their stature could spell disaster for the security staff. They knew better than to interfere.
The estate was as upscale as they come, with its picturesque bridges, rare animals—black swans, alpacas, peacocks—and a parade of luxury cars parked along the road.
Anthea made her way to the Christensen family's manor and rang the bell. A servant promptly opened the door. "Good day, may I ask who is it?" "I'm Anthea Yeager,” she replied, her tone indifferent.
The servant hurriedly swung the gates wide open, bowing slightly. “Please come in! And, you there.” he called to someone nearby, “inform the lady that Miss. Yeager has arrived!"