Chapter 825

Corinne shook her head. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Miss Phoebe. But I just think you, as an elder,

shouldn’t have to atone for anything to me, a junior. In fact, it’ll be very insensible of me to accept your

atonement.”

Phoebe’s lips twitched slightly as she mentally cursed Corinne for being a fake b*tch, but she quickly

squeezed out a warm smile and said, “Oh alright, I take back what I said. Just think of this juice as me

wanting to give you a little treat. How’s that?”

To that, Corinne raised her glass. “Sure! Don’t mind if I do, then.”

Phoebe nodded. “Go ahead! Give it a try, and let me know what you think.”

Corinne slowly put the glass to her lips, making Phoebe wish she would just hurry when all of a

sudden, Corinne paused. She then turned to look at Anya with a raise of her eyebrow.

“Before I drink this juice, I would like to thank Miss Anya properly,” she said with a polite smile.

Anya was just like her mother, too excited for Corinne to drink the juice, so she was understandably

stunned when Corinne mentioned her name.

“Umm, what do you have to thank me for, Corinne?” she asked, chuckling drily.

Phoebe was just as confused as Anya. She frowned impatiently and wondered, ‘Why won’t this b*tch

just drink the d*mn juice?”

Everyone else at the dinner table waited respectfully for Corinne to say what she had to say, while

Lucas turned to look at Corinne with confusion.

Being Anya and Corinne’s brother, he had witnessed the grudges his two sisters held toward each

other. He would be happy if Corinne was willing to forgive him and Anya, but he could not figure out

why she would want to suddenly thank Anya.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Corinne said sincerely, “Thank you, Miss Anya, for patiently showing

me around this wonderful house of your family. You were so kind to take time out of your busy schedule

and even leave your kid for the nanny to take care of, just so you can show me each of the rooms

here.”

Corinne’s words sounded like a sarcastic jab to Anya, leaving her to wonder whether or not she should

smile. ‘She’s definitely implying I don’t look after my kid even though I have so much time on my hands.

D*mn you and your sneaky attacks, Corinne!’

However, Anya had a few tricks up her sleeve as well. She beamed happily and said, “Oh, you’re too

kind, Corinne. You are Grandpa’s savior! Not to mention you came all the way here, so I’m just doing

what any good hostess would’ve done.”

Corinne nodded, smiled, and raised her glass. “Miss Anya, I raise this glass to you. Thank you your

hospitality!”

for Anya was not about to be overshadowed by her. She stood up, picked up her wine glass, and raised

it to Corinne too.

“No, I should be the one raising my glass to you. Thank you for saving my Grandpa’s life.”

She then downed the whole glass as a show of her ‘sincerity’, and also for Corinne to quickly

drink her pomegranate juice too.