The Amazing son in law Chapter 7393

Cynthia Wade, who usually enjoys talking and expressing her opinions, had been quietly making tea for everyone, barely uttering a word.

She couldn’t help but glance at Angie, and the more she looked, the more envious she became.

Observing her flawless complexion, graceful demeanor, and youthful skin brimming with healthy collagen, Cynthia suddenly felt like an ugly duckling. She was even too self-conscious to lift her head.

As she poured the tea, she noticed the signs of aging on her own hands. Despite her dedication to skincare, time had inevitably left its mark. Even though she took great care to keep her index finger from touching water, at nearly fifty, her hands still bore the unmistakable signs of dryness and wrinkles.

When she saw Angie delicately holding her cup, her hands smooth and youthful like a girl’s, Cynthia felt an even deeper sense of inadequacy.

Angie, on the other hand, was puzzled. In her memory, Cynthia Wade had always been someone who loved to show off—confident, outspoken, and self-centered. Back in the day, she had been one of the most assertive young women in Yanjing. Yet now, here she was, quietly serving tea, her demeanor subdued and uncharacteristically reserved.

Angie, unaware that her own appearance had barely changed in twenty years, had no way of understanding the reason behind Cynthia’s silence.

As the men engaged in conversation, Angie refrained from interrupting, instead stealing curious glances at Cynthia Wade.

At one point, their eyes met. Realizing they had both been secretly observing each other, an awkward moment passed between them.

For Cynthia, the discomfort was even greater. When their gazes locked, her eyes instinctively fell on the corners of Angie’s—an area most feared by women, where wrinkles tend to appear first.

Yet, to Cynthia’s dismay, Angie’s skin was as smooth and flawless as fresh tofu—soft, plump, and without a single wrinkle in sight.

Cynthia Wade felt an overwhelming sense of envy, realizing the vast gap between herself and others. She instinctively lowered her head, her final glance tinged with self-consciousness.

At that moment, Angie finally understood why Cynthia Wade had been staring at her so intently.

It was the Rejuvenation Pill from Charlie Wade that had captivated her.

As a woman, Angie understood the irresistible allure such a pill would hold for a fifty-year-old woman.

Cynthia Wade’s envy was only natural.

However, knowing that Cynthia was Charlie Wade’s aunt made Angie feel uneasy.

She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for having just taken an entire pill—something Cynthia Wade longed for but couldn’t obtain.