From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )
Chapter 373

Chapter 373

Let's not even go there.

Edna's got a tongue on her that no one can match.

As people age, compliments seem to be the only thing they want to hear.

Right at that moment, the butler brought a reporter into the living room. J quickly went to greet them.

The butler introduced, "This is a reporter, ma'am. And this is our young master Gerard's grandmother, and here's our young master Gerard himself!"

The reporter quickly handed over the microphone, "Hello, are you the valedictorian's grandmother?"

J was taken aback by the term 'valedictorian's grandmother', her smile so wide her eyes squinted shut.

She had been called many things in her life: Miss J before her marriage, Mrs. Lindsay after, the matriarch of the Lindsay family...

But this was the first time she was called the valedictorian's grandmother.

Suddenly, she felt as if her face was glowing with pride.

As the saying goes, all trades are beneath scholarship.

J felt this was the pinnacle of her life.

"I am," J nodded. "I'm Gerard's grandmother."

The reporter continued, "Valedictorian's grandmother, how do you usually educate Gerard? Could you share some parenting tips with the parents watching on TV?"

J proudly said, "Our Gerry, he's been bright from the start. Only three years old and he could recite nursery rhymes and the golden rules of behavior. Honestly, I didn't do much; the boy's just motivated! Loves to learn! They say spare the rod and spoil the child, but that's not right, you can't be violent with children!"

She was truly proud.

J had a few close friends whose grandsons also took the SATs this year.

Once the show aired, they would surely be green with envy.

Darleen, standing on the side, felt unbearable.

Just moments ago, she was the center of attention.

But in the next, she became an ugly duckling.

Merely a backdrop to Gerard.

Darleen looked up at Gerard, her eyes full of anger!

Gerard!

It was all Gerard!

If not for Gerard, J would be praising her, and the reporter would be interviewing her!

How did Gerard, of all people, surpass her and become the top scorer in the city?

Gerard's mom was from a lower class, and so was he!

Poor grades.

Daydreaming in class.

Never attended any prep courses.

Never completed homework on time.

And yet she worked so hard!

She hadn't slept well in the days leading up to the SATS, but her scores were still lower than Gerard's!

It was unfair!

Utterly unfair!

Darleen trembled with rage but tried her best to control her emotions.

After the interview, J invited

everyone to eat, and even had the servants hand out envelopes stuffed with money to the reporters, overjoyed.

The reporter, cameraman, and other crew members were thrilled.

It was their first news run where they received such gifts.

They had been worried that a prominent family like the Lindsays might refuse their interview.

But instead, they were met with such warmth.

J chuckled, "Don't be shy, everyone. These fruits were just flown in from Poland this morning. You can't get these anywhere else."

As for Gerard, he remained indifferent.

Neither proud of his valedictorian status nor boastful about appearing on TV.

If he could, he'd trade all this to have his mother back.

But alas.

It wasn't possible.

Gerard's gaze drifted past the window, toward the horizon.

The reporter then said,

"Valedictorian's grandmother, my son is taking the SATs next year. Could + perhaps take a photo with you? Maybe some of that good luck with rub off on him?" Narugi.com

Normally, J wouldn't entertain taking photos with strangers.

But today was different.

Today she wasn't just the Lindsay family's matriarch.

She was the valedictorian's grandmother!

Her grandson was the top scorer in Capital City!

Of course, she was willing to share some of that luck.

"Of course! No problem," J agreed without hesitation.

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The reporter got his photo with J, and then pulled out a brand-new notebook, "Gerard, could you write a few encouraging words for my son?" Narugi.com

Gerard nodded, took the notebook, and penned a message: