Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

Gregory glanced sideways at Elemor, falding in then anticipation or fa

Eleanor said firmly, “That whole situation hack then was a mistake. Adam is already in prison and won’t be causing any more

“Even though Anathea’s uncle is still holding things together, the cobson family is nothing but a relic of the past. There’s no way they’ll ever regain their former

She concluded decisively, “So, you should find a time to finalize the divorce. Once Anathea is out of the picture, you can finally marry Natalie.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought and she added, “And if you and Nat could give me another grandchild, that would be even better.”

Gregory didn’t respond. He simply took a glass of wine from a pang server and took a slow sip Eleanor mistook his silence for agreement, and her sunile grew even brighter.

Sooner or later, she would make sure Anathea was completely gone from the Sinclair family.

Sitting in Brisa’s courtyard, Anathea suddenly sneezed

‘Are you catching a cold?” Brisa asked, her voice filled with concem.

Anathea smiled and shook her head. “No, I

I’m fine.

Before she could finish, Brisa huffed in frustration. “What is wrong with Gregory? You’re his wife! You’re out here dressed so thinly, and he doesn’t even care enough to make sure you’re ward? Unbelievable! I need to give that boy a piece of my mind-

“Mrs. Sinclair Senior, really, I’m fine.” Anathea quickly stopped her. She changed the subject with a warm smile. “Look, I made some almond cakes for you. They’re fresh–try them while they’re still warm.”

Brisa’s anger faded slightly as she reached for one of the cakes. With a playful shake of her head, she tapped Anathea’s nose affectionately. “You always defend him.”

Anathea lowered her gaze. It wasn’t really about defending Gregory. She’d just been let down so many times that she no longer expected anything from him.

Brisa noticed the subtle change in Anathea’s expression, but instead of pressing the issue, she took a bite of the cake. Her face lit up as she gave her a thumbs–up.

“Mmm! I swear, nobody makes these as well as you do! Just the right amount of sweetness. Not too heavy–just perfect!”

Anathea finally smiled a little and pushed the plate closer. “If you like them, have as many as you want. I adjusted the recipe to

make them healthier.”

“That’s fantastic,” Brisa said, clutching the plate protectively. She turned to the nearby maids and added, “You all better not try to steal these from me!”

The maids exchanged amused glances, smiling warmly.

One of them leaned toward Anathea and whispered, “Mrs. Sinclair Senior hasn’t had much of an appetite these past few days. But the moment you arrived, she started eating again. If you have time, please come visit her more often.”

Hearing that, Anathea looked at Brisa’s aging face, still bright with laughter. For a moment, she was reminded of her late grandmother. They had the same warm, carefree smile.

She nodded. “Of course.”

But deep down, she knew that the next time she visited, she wouldn’t be coming as Gregory’s wife. She wondered how Brisa would react once she found out about the divorce. Would she be upset?

Chapter 17

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