From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )
Chapter 293

She really was Annie.

"Annie!" Karen looked utterly confused as she gazed at the two of them, "Adah, you know Ann?"

"Mom, who did you say she is?"

Ann? Could it be that Anthea is the Ann Karen has been talking about?

Dr. Yeager? Holy smokes! No way, right? Is the world really this small?

Now it was Adah's turn to be dumbfounded.

Karen continued, "Let me introduce you to Ann, she's the Dr. Yeager who cured my migraines. Ann, this is my daughter-in-law."

So, it was true!

"This world is way too small!" Adah exclaimed, "Mom, Ann is the Annie I've told you about!"

Karen's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is so meant to be! Anthea was destined to be her granddaughter-in-law.

Anthea also felt the world was pretty small.

Before coming over, she had no idea Adah and Karen were related.

As they talked, they made their way to the living room.

Karen instructed the maid to brew some tea, then said to Anthea, "Ann, take a seat. Grandma's got a treat for you, I'll fetch it right now."

The treat was something Karen had saved especially for Anthea, and it seemed more heartfelt to get it herself!

Anthea stood up, "Mrs. Christensen, you don't need to go to any trouble for me."

"What trouble? There's no need for such formalities between us! Sit down, I'll be right back." With that, she instructed Adah, "Adah, stay here and keep Ann company!" Adah nodded, "I will."

Karen turned and walked towards the backyard, telling the maid on the way to call Sherman down.

"Meow." At that moment, a chubby cat jumped onto Anthea's lap, rubbing its round head against her, meowing incessantly.

Anthea immediately cradled the cat in her arms and took a deep breath, "He's so adorable!"

Adah, surprised, said, "Annie, you like cats too?"

Anthea nodded, "I do." A lot, actually!

It was a shame she didn't have time to keep a cat. Otherwise, she would have loved to adopt one.

Upstairs in the study, Sherman was busy with paperwork.

Just then, a knock came from the door, "Mr. Christensen, Dr. Yeager is here. Madam asked me to come and get you." "On my way."

Sherman replied, finished the last document, capped his pen, and headed downstairs.

He hadn't reached the ground floor when he heard Adah's laughter, followed by a gentle voice.

"Adah, does the cat have a name?"

"His name is Chubby."

Sherman twisted the pen, wondering how someone got close with his mother so soon.

Besides. Why did that voice sound so familiar? Could he be mistaken?

Sherman raised an eyebrow slightly and quickened his pace, reaching the ground floor.

He saw the figure seated on the couch, cuddling a fat cat, and Sherman was taken aback.

Anthea was sitting there, chatting and laughing with Adah. From Sherman's angle, he could see her beautifully contoured profile.

Her burgundy coat made her already fair skin look even more translucent.

This was... Anthea?

Wasn't it supposed to be the miracle healer who came? Why was it Anthea?

Could it be...

Sherman's fingers paused as he twirled the pen.

He must be hallucinating.

Not only had he dreamt of Anthea at night...

But now he was seeing things.

He thought he might need to see that miracle healer to get his pulse checked.

Maybe take some herbal medicine to get himself back in balance.

Adah turned around and saw Sherman standing there, "Sherman!"

Sherman's expression unchanging, his fingertips spinning the pen, he strode over with composure, "Mom."

Only when he stood before Anthea did Sherman realize he was not hallucinating.

Sherman played with cross while walking to them..

Adah followed up, "Sherman, let me introduce you, this is Dr. Yeager, the one who cured your grandma's illness!"

Dr. Yeager? A clear surprise flickered briefly in Sherman's usually impassive eyes.

He had assumed that the healer who cured Karen would be some elderly man past his prime.

After all, the ancient healing arts were profound and required decades of study.

Moreover, since time immemorial, the practitioners of ancient healing arts were men.

So, before this, Sherman had always imagined the fabled healer to be an old man with a white beard.