Leah had turned her backpack inside out, but it ended up a bust.
Allison saw Penelope pawn off Leah’s bracelet and then passed the bucks she got to her boyfriend. Yep, Penelope started dating as early as junior high, with a carousel of boys spinning around her.
Growing up, not a single day in the Flanagan family was a walk in the park for Allison. Her biggest wish was to escape with her mom, but then her mom fell ill, and her biggest wish turned into getting her mom back on her feet.
She would give up everything if only her mom's health could take a turn for the better. To pay for her mom’s surgery, Allison sold her virginity. To get her mom a new kidney, Allison had to play Penelope’s stand-in, which ended up in a miscarriage.
However, today, the penny dropped. Turned out Grace wasn’t her real mom. Leah was! And Grace was the one who had wrecked her life!
How could she get her head around that?
“Patty, do you believe in fate?”
Patty looked at Allison, whose eyes seemed to have lost their spark. She had no idea what Allison had been through. “Allison, do you know my story? When I first started working, I was a greenhorn. I was pushed around, bullied, and framed. I never believed in fate from a young age, I only believed that fate was in my own hands. Only I could change my destiny.”
She took Allison’s hand tightly. “Allison, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I want to tell you, never throw in the towel, no matter what. If life’s giving you lemons, you have to fight harder, and hold on to what’s yours. Don’t let those who once looked down on you step on you.”
There seemed to be a glimmer in Allison’s eyes. That glimmer slowly grew, warming and brightening like the rising sun.
Even if she just sneaked a peek, she couldn’t forget his facial features. But he seemed too standoffish.
You could say Lucian was a legend in the financial world of Northfield. Getting to meet such a person up close, Patty felt like she hit the jackpot.
Lucian walked into the living room, and a strong smell of alcohol hit him. He frowned, remembering that Allison rarely drank, let alone getting plastered like this.
He pursed his lips, walked over to Allison, knelt down on one knee, and gently caressed her face. “Allison.”
Allison was a bit taken aback; she seemed to hear Lucian’s voice.
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