All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

When Anathea met Chloe's hopeful gaze, something soft inside her was quietly struck. How could anyone not feel for a child as mature yet sensitive as Chloe?She opened her mouth, and a name nearly slipped out.But then, thinking of how hard Hannah had worked raising Chloe alone all these years, she hesitated.Only Hannah could decide whether or not to tell Chloe about her real father."I'm not really sure," Anathea finally said, giving a vague answer. "I only know he's supposed to be good-looking."Hannah had done her best to protect Chloe, so even though Anathea felt sorry for her, she couldn't ignore Hannah's feelings."Really?" Chloe's eyes brightened."Of course," Anathea said, gently touching Chloe's cheek. "You're so pretty, Chloe. Your dad must be handsome too.""Handsome? Like that handsome guy from before?" Chloe's eyes sparkled with hope.Anathea wasn't sure which "handsome guy" Chloe meant but just nodded. "Probably.""Well, if I asked that handsome guy to be my

Anathea paused, instinctively glancing at the seat she used to take. Gregory was nowhere in sight, but on the table were half-eaten bowls of ravioli and spaghetti bolognese."Huh? He was just here a moment ago," Samantha said, feeling puzzled.Anathea's eyes dimmed as she looked down. Without another word, she took the kids by the hand and turned to leave. "Let's find somewhere else to eat."Xander frowned as soon as he heard that. "But Mommy, I'm tired. I don't want to walk anymore.""If Thea says we're leaving, then we're leaving," Chloe cut in. She always listened to Anathea."Alright," Xander reluctantly agreed.Just as Anathea turned away, a strong hand pressed down on her shoulder from behind. She tensed and tried to leave, but the hand held firm, stopping her from turning around.Gregory's familiar, cool voice sounded in her ear. "I'll be leaving soon. Stay and eat here."Xander looked up, and his eyes lit up when he saw Gregory. "Daddy! You're here too?"Gregory didn

Gregory quickly braced himself against the seat.It turned out the car had just come out of an alley and made a turn, and Gregory hadn't quite settled into his seat."Apologies, Mr. Sinclair," Martin said."It's fine," Gregory replied, leaning slightly toward Anathea. The warmth of his presence brushed faintly across her face.He straightened up and created some distance between them before saying, "Drive more carefully."Martin nodded repeatedly, but the very next second, his phone rang."What?" he said.Anathea watched as Martin's expression instantly changed the moment he heard the voice on the other end. He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his emotions. "Take Mom to the hospital first. I'll head over soon," he said.Anathea caught the tremor in his tone. He was genuinely scared."Is everything okay?" she asked."My mom got into a car accident. She's being taken to the hospital," Martin said, breathing heavily. "Pull over ahead and take a cab to the hospita

Anathea paused, still holding her spoon, and gently said, "No, Grandma. I'll just slow down."Brisa looked puzzled and let out a sigh. "Why are you in such a rush to leave? Is it because I'm too naggy? Or because I lied to you? Do you not even want to spare me a glance anymore?"Her voice was tinged with sadness and disappointment."Of course not," Anathea said, shaking her head to ease Brisa's worries. "I just—""Well, that's good," Brisa smiled, cutting her off. "I'll have Dalia get your room ready for you and Greg. You should stay the night and get some rest."Before Anathea could protest, Brisa was already up and giving orders. Anathea couldn't help but feel a little helpless as she watched Brisa happily bustling about. At the same time, she glanced toward Gregory, who was resting with his eyes closed on the couch.Her mind drifted back to when he had gently rubbed her forehead earlier. She stirred her bowl of white fish chowder absentmindedly.Dalia worked fast. In no tim

But in the end, Anathea turned her face away and calmly said, "Gregory, there's too much between us. You can't just say 'let's start over' and expect everything to go back to how it was."The truth was, she had wavered. She had once wanted to try again with him.Even though he had hurt her over and over, and her feelings for him had nearly faded, she still wavered when he said he would help her find them again.Unfortunately, even if they had both come so close to meeting in the middle, the final steps remained an unbridgeable gap between them.First, there was the Sinclair family. They were deeply tangled in schemes and as ruthless as starving beasts. The moment they caught even the slightest hint of blood, they would go wild, attacking fiercely and dragging her into an endless abyss of despair.Second, there was her father, Adam. The Castenea Bridge incident had always been riddled with suspicion. Anathea had found gaps in the so-called evidence, but she still couldn't fully pro