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From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 162
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Chapter 162 What now? Emerging from the bathroom, Sarah caught her reflection in the mirror. Pale, almost ghostlike.

Maybe she should ask Anthea for help? Yeah, that was it. Anthea would know what to do. After a quick word with her folks, Sarah headed over to the Yeagers'.

Carole was on her way out to the diner.

“Sarah, hello!” Carole exclaimed, bustling to get her a glass of water.

Sarah nodded, “Don’t letkeep you, Carole. | just need a quick word with Ann. Is she around?” “In her room. Go on up! I've gotta go!” “Take care, Carole.” Anthea’s door was ajar.

She sat on the floor in a black tank top, her delicate collarbones on display, her fair skin looking even more porcelain against the dark fabric, without a single flaw.

Engrossed in her work, a lock of hair mischievously fell across her well-defined features. She was so focused she didn’t even notice Sarah walk in.

Scattered around her were a bunch of gadgets, tools, and whatnot. Off to the side laid a piece of clothing that didn’t quite look like your regular attire.

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“Ann,” Sarah knocked.

Anthea finally looked up, surprised. “Sarah, what brings you here?” “I need to talk to you about something...” Sarah's usual vivacity was nowhere in sight.

Anthea eyed her friend with concern, “You don’t look so good, Sarah. What's up?” “It’s nothing,” Sarah replied, still fuming over the Browns’ latest antics.

“Lethave a look.” Anthea reached for Sarah's wrist.

After a brief moment, Anthea looked up with a complicated expression.

“What's wrong, Ann?” Sarah asked, confused.

Hesitating, Anthea finally said, “Sarah, you might be pregnant.” “What?” Sarah’s world spun.

Anthea nodded, “If you don’t believe me, we can get it checked at the hospital. But from what | can see, you're probably about a month along.” Sarah burst out laughing, relief flooding through her. “This is amazing, Ann! I'm pregnant!” Anthea was taken aback; she had expected tears, shock, not this joy.

“I can just imagine how thrilled Lacy and his parents will be!” Sarah bubbled with excitement. Forget about $80,000. They'd happily fork over $180,000 now.

And deep down, Sarah believed the Browns weren't all that bad. This baby couldn't have cat a better time.

Anthea raised an eyebrow, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sarah. Don’t you see they don’t really care about you? And Lacy...” She was cut off as Sarah insisted, “Ann, | swear they're not like that!” With the good news, Sarah's worries melted away. She was eager to get a proper check-up and share the news with Lacy.

Anthea knew Sarah wouldn't be swayed and decided to let her be.

Meanwhile, in Capital City, at the Lindsay family’s manor.

Edna Fletcher made it a point to spend twith JLindsay every afternoon.

So as the clock struck their usual meeting time, Jwaited at the door for Edna.

Jonah Lindsay was unwell and busy with his own affairs.

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Gerard Lindsay had school.

Loneliness is the bane of old age, and Janet's daily chats with Edna were her brightest moments.

Hearing a car engine outside, Janet's face lit up. “Edna’s here.” “All these years, Miss Edna’s been the only one to keep you company daily,” Delia chimed 1.in.

Janet smiled warmly, “Indeed, out of all my children and in law she's the most considerate .Edna was clearly het favorite. Delia hesitated before speaking, “Madam, there's something I'm not sure | should mention.”

“Delia, after all these years with us, there's nothing you can't say. Out, with it When Delia had started working for them she was only twenty. Now, her grandson was three. To Janet, Delia was more than just a servant.

Delia continued, “I just think, after waiting on Jonah all these years, shouldn't he give Edna Chapter 162

some sort of commitment? She's given him her best eighteen years) How many best years does a woman have? What do you think, Madam?”