When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 743

"Mom, this is serious. I just—"

"Give the phone to Anneliese."

Penelope cut Elizabeth off without the slightest hesitation. Elizabeth clenched her jaw but did not dare provoke the elder again. After a brief pause, she shoved the phone into Anneliese's hand.

"Answer it."

Anneliese raised the phone to her ear. "Grandma, it's me."

Penelope's voice immediately softened, warm and affectionate. "Anne, sweetheart, are you alright? That trouble-loving mother-in-law of yours—did she give you a hard time again?"

The irritation Anneliese had been holding back loosened all at once. Hearing Penelope casually label Elizabeth as a walking disaster, then seeing Elizabeth standing there stiff-faced and furious, the contrast was almost funny.

She smiled despite herself. The tension in her chest eased, as though someone had gently smoothed it away.

"I'm fine, Grandma," she said lightly. "You know me. I'm not someone people can push around easily. Even when your grandson annoys me, I push back just as hard. Who told me I've got a queen backing me up?"

Penelope burst into laughter on the other end.

The sound rang through the quiet private room, bright and unrestrained. Elizabeth's expression twisted, the lines on her face deepening.

That old woman could turn ice-cold toward her, yet she treated Anneliese—this so-called useless divorced woman—like a treasure.

It was infuriating.

"Ah, right," Penelope said once her laughter faded. "Anne, your competition yesterday—your grandfather and I watched the livestream. You were wonderful. Truly impressive. We prepared a gift for you. If you're free, come over with Martha. I haven't seen you in ages. I'll have Jojo come home at noon, too. Let's have lunch together, alright?"

Anneliese had no intention of refusing.

She had no urgent plans for the day anyway. She was watching Ellie full-time, and that could be done anywhere—as long as the child felt safe.

She glanced at the small girl dozing against her shoulder. "Do you remember Great-Grandma Fullbuster?" she asked softly. "I'll take you to her place to play, okay?"

Whether Ellie truly remembered or not hardly mattered. As long as Anneliese was holding her, she was calm. The little girl's chin tapped lightly against Anneliese's shoulder, a tiny, rhythmic nod.

Anneliese smiled and brushed her hair. "Alright, Grandma."

Forty minutes later, three cars entered the wide courtyard before the villa, one after another.

Anneliese's car stopped in the middle.

She parked smoothly, stepped out, opened the rear door, and unfastened Ellie's safety seat. "Good job, Ellie," she praised softly.

She had installed the seat the day before, after promising Wendy she would take proper care of the child.

During the drive, she had connected her phone via Bluetooth and played children's stories she had downloaded. Ellie had sat quietly the entire ride—so obedient it made Anneliese's chest ache.

Anneliese bent down and lifted Ellie from the seat just as Elizabeth exited the car behind her and walked over, voice sharp with contempt.

"You've got some nerve."

Elizabeth had worried Anneliese might ditch halfway, so she had followed her the entire route. Yet here Anneliese was, having brought the quiet little girl straight to the home of the Fullbusters.

Anneliese did not see how carrying a child counted as audacity, so she did not bother responding. She settled Ellie more securely in her arms and headed toward the villa entrance without looking back.