All Chapters of Why the Crocodile Tears?: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

A subtle flicker passed through Anathea's eyes as she gave a slight shake of her head."So, Mr. Sinclair is here as well," Frederick said, his expression immediately shifting into one of deference. He shot a sharp look at Shirley, silently questioning why she hadn't informed him of Gregory's presence.Shirley avoided his gaze. A trace of guilt flickered in her eyes.In truth, she'd been too preoccupied touching up her makeup to notice. But even if she had, she wouldn't have said anything. If she'd mentioned Gregory was here, Frederick would have likely backed out. There was no way she could go up against Anathea alone and win.Frederick felt a headache coming on. His sister could be so competitive that she was willing to sacrifice even her own brother just to win.Still, with the engagement with the Lancaster family off the table now, this project was his only remaining chance. If he failed to secure it, their grandfather would never let him off the hook. For the sake of the fam

Anathea couldn't have sounded more arrogant if she tried. She even went out of her way to throw Shirley's own words right back at her.Shirley's already flushed face turned pale with anger, while Frederick's expression darkened.Gregory turned to look at Anathea. He had rarely seen this fierce, unyielding side of her. She was intriguing.Shirley gritted her teeth so hard that it sounded like they might crack. Her sharp glare looked as if it could shred Anathea into pieces."You'd better watch out," she hissed.She and Frederick quickly switched positions so that Shirley could directly target Anathea.Frederick sensed something wasn't right and tried to talk her down, but Shirley was far too worked up. "I don't care anymore. I'm going to make her beg for mercy!"If she couldn't put Anathea in her place, then she might as well not be Shirley Watson. Seeing no way to calm her, Frederick reluctantly went along with it.The match resumed. This time, Anathea and Gregory were servin

Anathea frowned and shot Gregory a look. Just as she was about to shake off his hand, Macon walked over."That last shot was impressive, Ms. Jacobson," he said with a warm smile."It was just luck," Anathea replied modestly. "I still have a lot to learn. I hope you'll be patient with me, Mr. Presgrave.""They say luck is a kind of strength too," Dayanna added, stepping forward with a knowing smile. "And at our company, we value partners who bring both skill and good fortune."Anathea blinked, feeling slightly surprised. "Does that mean…""We've already decided to work with you on this project," Macon said decisively. "We're counting on you to bring us more surprises.""You have my word," Anathea said with a smile. "We'll make sure you never regret choosing us.""Here's to working well together," Macon said, holding out his hand for a shake.Anathea instinctively reached out, but Gregory clasped her hand first. Without missing a beat, he shook Macon's hand and said, "If any issu

The next second, a cold towel was suddenly pressed against her face, making her freeze in surprise.It finally dawned on her—this was what he meant by "helping".Still, the chill from the towel did help ease the burning heat on her face, and her mind finally cleared a little.Gregory gently removed the towel from her face and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"Anathea looked at him suspiciously."Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked with a helpless smile."Since when were you ever this kind?" she shot back.It wasn't like she'd forgotten how overbearing he used to be. Back then, he never cared about her feelings. He would tear at both her dignity and her clothes while hurling insults at her.Gregory didn't respond. Instead, he soaked the towel in cold water again and gently pressed it back onto her face.Anathea said nothing. She turned her head to avoid his gaze and reached for the towel. "I can do it myself." However, he refused to let go and insisted, "Be g

Eleanor froze. In that moment of hesitation, when she failed to respond, the answer became painfully clear."I knew it," Natalie said with a bitter smile.Tears welled in her eyes as she continued, "To you, I never truly mattered. The only person you've ever cared about is your precious son. But does he even acknowledge you? You treat him like he's everything, but does he treat you like his mother?""Enough!" Eleanor shouted, abruptly cutting her off.Startled by her outburst, Natalie could no longer hold back her tears. They streamed down her face as she said, "I really regret saving him."In fact, she'd never intended to save him in the first place. Back then, she'd heard Eleanor screaming for her son and assumed she was calling for Gregory. That was why Natalie had rushed over and pulled the boy from the water.Had it not been for that misunderstanding, she would've been the one who'd saved Gregory's life. The more she thought about it, the more the resentment surged within he