Chapter 8
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Anna Nolan knew that her father had a soft heart. That was why she wanted to settle everything quickly. But some things simply could not be forced. She could hardly tell her father that in her previous life, Jason Lincoln had killed her for Jessica Cole.
In the end, Anna let go of the doorknob.
Jason Lincoln’s mother walked in carrying some fruit and nutritional supplements for Anna’s upcoming college entrance examinations.
“Daniel…”
She was wearing a light-colored qipao embroidered with delicate patterns.
Her skin was fair and her face beautiful. Even though she was already in her forties and worked hard at the breakfast stall, she never neglected her appearance.
Back then, Mr. Nolan had fallen for her precisely because the first time he saw her, she had been wearing that bright embroidered qipao. In an instant, his heart had been captured.
Her husband had not died in a car accident, and clearly it had not been Mr. Nolan’s turn to be with her.
At that time, many men had pursued her. But because she had a young son, families that were somewhat better off in the alley did not want the burden of raising another man’s child. Fortunately, her husband’s death had left some compensation money, and she was hardworking and sweet-tongued.
Among her admirers, the most aggressive was Jessica Cole’s father—he had even nearly assaulted her.
It was Mr. Nolan who stepped forward and protected her.
Only then did she begin to look at Mr. Nolan with a trace of appreciation.
Anna Nolan saw all of this clearly.
Her father was actually very simple and naive. He never realized that all of this was merely Wendy Lincoln’s way of controlling him.
Don’t be fooled by the image of a “strong woman” she presented outside with her breakfast stall. At home, she never touched dirty or heavy work.
She was just as lazy as Jason Lincoln.
Every day she dressed beautifully not to thank Mr. Nolan—but to use her spare time to look for wealthy men online.
In this life, Anna Nolan understood everything.
She had to separate her father from Wendy Lincoln completely.
“Anna,” Wendy Lincoln said sweetly, “Auntie saw a dress in the shop that would suit you very well. Since I had time, I bought it for you to try. If the size isn’t right, or you don’t like it, Auntie can exchange it.”
“You’re a grown girl now. Of course, you should dress beautifully.”
Before Mr. Nolan could say, why spend money on something like this, Anna had already firmly refused.
“Aunt Wendy, I believe my words earlier were already very clear.”
“Since you have no intention of being with my father, it would be better for us not to have further contact.”
“My father’s income as a day laborer may not compare to yours, but it hasn’t reached the point where we need to accept cheap gifts like this.”
“If word spreads, people might think you’ve been helping our family greatly.”
Wendy Lincoln’s hand stopped in midair as she was taking the dress out of the bag.
She turned her face toward the bag. Her expression was partly hidden, but Anna Nolan knew exactly what she must be thinking.
What demon possesses this brat today?
She had personally come to visit and even bought a dress—and the girl dared to reject it?
Cheap gift?
If it weren’t because the college entrance examination wasn’t over yet, who would bother pleasing her?
“Anna…”
Wendy Lincoln’s expression changed.
She deliberately spoke in a coquettish tone.
“Daniel, I…”
Before she finished speaking, tears had already filled her eyes.
Mr. Nolan frowned. He had always been unable to endure seeing the person he loved cry.
“Anna, Aunt Wendy means well. Just accept it. Over the years she has often bought you clothes. It’s not appropriate to act like this.”
Anna Nolan smiled.
Her father truly had no idea that the clothes Wendy Lincoln used to buy for her—those that she claimed cost hundreds—were actually secondhand items from online shops.
Items that other people had worn and then resold as long as they were still usable.
Some were even worse—
Belongings left behind by the deceased, still in good condition and therefore resold instead of burned.
How did Anna Nolan know?
Coincidentally, in her previous life she had once overheard Wendy Lincoln speaking to Jason Lincoln.
“Jason, even though we have money now, you should advise Anna Nolan not to spend so extravagantly.”
“It’s not easy for you to make money.”
“A lipstick costs three or four hundred. How can she waste money like that?”
“And that handbag—how could you give her one worth more than thirty thousand?”
Thinking about it now, Anna Nolan almost wanted to laugh.
A lipstick costing three or four hundred—three or four hundred thousand dollar—was already the lowest standard for office workers.
Besides, she had bought it with her own money.
Yet she was considered extravagant?
And that thirty-thousand-dollar bag was not even a gift from Jason Lincoln.
She had bought it after successfully closing a major contract. It happened to be her birthday, so she asked Jason to give it to her as a present.
Jason Lincoln had said directly,
“If you like something, just buy it. Something this small doesn’t need to be reported to me. Aren’t all my cards already in your hands?”
At that moment, Anna Nolan had been deeply moved.
She thought Jason was letting her freely spend his money.
But later she realized the truth.
It wasn’t like that at all.
He simply didn’t want Anna Nolan to bother him with trivial matters like these or talk to him about them.
The cards might have been in her hands—
But could she really use what she liked?
Jason Lincoln simply didn’t want Anna Nolan to trouble him too much.
“Dad, I’m full already. You can continue eating slowly.”
“Remember what I said earlier.”
Anna Nolan showed no consideration for her father’s feelings—and she didn’t need to.
After putting down her bowl and chopsticks, she picked up her backpack from the sofa and left for evening study class.
Seeing this, Wendy Lincoln called out loudly.
“Anna, wait a moment.”
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