The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 358

Therefore, money could make people lost too. It wasn’t unreasonable for the rich to look down on the poor and the poor was disgusted by the rich.

But Olive Steele didn’t think she was poor. She had family affection, love and friendship—they were all her wealth.

Her parents’ health was her wealth. Her daughter growing up happily was her wealth. Chloe Malan walking out from the shadow of her failed marriage was her wealth. And to be with Alan Hoyle together was her wealth too.

Her wealth wasn’t quantified by money. It was something that Mrs. Hoyle would never understand.

Alan Hoyle apologized to her parents on behalf of his mother, still went in and out from the Steele’s place, and picked her up to and off work.

Although Annie was young, many conversations between adults were did behind her. But she had already smelled the unusual atmosphere at home. She secretly pulled Alan Hoyle and asked, “Uncle, will you leave us?”

Alan Hoyle smiled and stroke the little girl’s head, saying, “I won’t.”

Annie squeezed at him for a while, then whispered, “I don’t call you dad because I’m afraid that one day, you will suddenly disappear after I get used to.”

Alan Hoyle felt sad for a while after hearing that. Olive Steele saw the corner of his eyes were wet. She hid herself behind the door and cried silently. A child’s words always touched people’s hearts.

Since then, the intimacy between both father and daughter seemed to increase overnight. Annie still called him uncle, but their bickering had lessened more and more. Occasionally, she would suddenly call him dad, making Alan Hoyle feel as if he was in cloud nine.

On weekend afternoon, Alan Hoyle took her and their daughter to the shooting range.

He said that this was what he promised his daughter, and he couldn’t break his promise.

The little girl had changed into a sportswear and ran as fast as a bunny as soon as she got out of the car.

From time to time, there were banging sounds coming from the shooting range. Alan Hoyle tested his skill a bit and hit the clay skeet one by one. That was dashing. Their daughter finally looked at him with admiration.

“Wow. A sharpshooter.”

That made Alan Hoyle proud. He took the advantage of the situation to give guidance, “Do you want to learn?”

“Yes,” Annie replied loud and clear, itching to have a go.

There weren’t a lot of people in the shooting range. All of them scattered in safe areas. But Alan Hoyle’s skill still attracted attention.

There was someone apparently knew Alan Hoyle, and he came to compete, shooting with great precision.