Chapter 462: The Account Posted an Update

Two days later, the "Chubby Bookworm" account posted an update.

This time, there was no appearance from the father—just a cover photo of Seven-Day Tales.

The caption read: Who knew our grandparents' lives were this fascinating?

Riding this wave of interest, Seven-Day Tales quickly gained popularity among younger readers.

They were utterly captivated.

Within ten short days, discussions about the book flooded major social media platforms.

Longtime fans sighed in relief—The hidden gem has finally been discovered!

Then, readers realized something peculiar: Where is the author?

The book was a sensation, yet the author remained silent.

Normally, writers would engage with fans after trending online.

But despite Seven-Day Tales hitting the top searches three times, the author was nowhere to be found.

Helen Whitmore truly had no idea.

She had long disconnected from the online world, not even using a smartphone.

Not because she couldn’t, but because she deliberately chose this way of living.

She preferred a slower pace, focusing solely on writing.

Outside opinions—praise or criticism—meant nothing to her.

* * *

Clara Whitmore immediately pulled out her phone and searched.

Information about Seven-Day Tales instantly filled the screen.

There were reader recommendations, literary critics’ endorsements, and, of course, skeptical voices.

But one thing was undeniable—

The book was a phenomenon.

"Mom, you’re amazing!" Clara exclaimed excitedly.

Daniel Whitmore snatched the phone and scrolled. "Everyone’s praising you!"

"Does that mean I’ll get famous too, as the writer’s husband?"

Clara hesitated. "Dad..."

"You are famous."

"It’s just... a unique kind of fame."

Daniel: "??"

The book’s final villain was a physics teacher—based directly on him.

"!"

* * *

As the book’s popularity soared, readers grew increasingly curious about the author.

Spencer Hale made a decisive move: a book signing in Bellwether.

The moment the announcement went live, registrations surpassed ten thousand.

The entire marketing team was stunned.

Spencer remained calm. "Great work speaks for itself."

The signing was scheduled for three days later.

Perfect timing—Daniel and Helen could travel with Clara.

The next morning, a light drizzle fell.

A taxi carried the family of three toward the bullet train station.

While waiting, Clara pulled out a chestnut cake she’d prepared.

It was specially made for Helen, who disliked sweets.