Caught Him Cheating My Life Restarted (Natalie) novel Chapter 811

Natalie brought Hanley inside and had someone make him a few dishes.

After he finished eating, Hanley saw Lucas and Liana still handing out flyers.

He walked over to Lucas and asked, "Can I help you guys hand out flyers?"

Lucas looked at Hanley. "It's pretty tiring work. You think you can handle it?"

Hanley puffed out his chest. "Yes, I can do it."

Liana handed Hanley a stack of flyers and smiled at him. Hanley then joined them in handing out the flyers.

At first, Hanley was a little shy and felt dejected when people refused to take one.

Liana noticed and signed to him.

"It's okay. If this person doesn't want our flyer, the next one will."

Hanley looked at Lucas, confused, as he didn't know what Liana meant. Lucas translated for him.

"Liana says you're too ugly, so people don't want your flyers. See? We're so good at this because we're good-looking."

Liana stomped her foot angrily. How could her brother say that?

She signed furiously, “You’re translating that wrong!”

Seeing Liana was genuinely upset, Lucas finally relented. "Okay, I was just making that up. Liana was telling you not to get discouraged if someone doesn't take a flyer. The next person will."

Hanley nodded. That was true.

"Mommy used to tell me bedtime stories, but I thought she was too annoying."

"I get it. You didn't let your mom tell you stories, you wanted Marie to do it, right?"

Hanley nodded again, embarrassed. "Yeah. I don't know why I used to think Marie was so much better. I thought my mom was just some unrefined country bumpkin. Now I realize I was wrong."

The Cross Group had gone bankrupt. Although they had received a temporary infusion of cash from the Everhart Group, and he thought they would go back to their old life, they hadn't. They were still living in a rented house that was old and rundown, with poor soundproofing. There were no more maids or drivers.

His dad had become so busy that he almost never came home.

Now, he spent every night huddled under the covers, trembling. His grandmother was often gone, telling him to just buy something to eat himself. How had he, a supposed little rich boy, become so pitiful?