Chapter 3 The Snobbish Woman

• At some point, it started drizzling.
• Northern Cemetery.
• The grass was green and soft to the touch.
• The entire North Mountain was enveloped by a curtain of rain, making it look hazy and surreal.
• Charles’ grave was chosen here, where it was beautiful and peaceful.
• The funeral was minimalistic, almost too simple.
• Most of the people who came were the Nolan family’s friends and relatives, and some business partners.
• Under the rain, the white lilies that were placed around the tombstone appeared spotlessly white.
• Ashlyn got down from the car and walked toward the crowd holding a black umbrella.
• She looked at Lucas.
• The man was in a black suit, his posture was straight and his lips were set in a hard line.
• He was standing quietly at the front; his handsome face full of sadness and his eyes red.
• She knew he was single-handedly brought up by Charles and that he was extremely attached to him.
• Ashlyn went over and bowed in respect.
• Looking at Charles’ picture on the tombstone, she drew in a deep breath and gently put the lilies in her hand in front of the tombstone.
• And so, a man’s life ended.
• She hated this place, and she hated the atmosphere.
• Most of all, she hated it when someone walked away from her life.
• A trace of helplessness and sorrow surfaced from the depth of her eyes.
• Charles had been really good to her when he was alive, doting on her as if she were his own granddaughter.
• She flung herself against the cold tombstone and kneeled under the pouring rain, bowing to the old man with her face to the earth.
• “There’s no way I can show my respect to you anymore, Grandpa. And there’s no way in this lifetime that I can repay your love for me. Rest in peace, Grandpa.”
• Everyone looked at Ashlyn in astonishment.
• Who’s this eye-catching woman?
• What’s her relationship with the Nolan family?
• Why did she… No one else from the Nolan family got down on their knees besides Lucas Nolan!
• Lucas’ deep, dark eyes flickered with a tinge of surprise.
• This woman...
• I didn’t know she has such deep feelings for Grandpa.
• Ashlyn didn’t stay too long.
• She got up and left after the prayers, just as mysteriously as she came.
• “Who is she?”
• “She is quite the beauty.”
• “Hey, I’ve heard that Lucas Nolan has a secret wife? Why didn’t he allow her to come to such an occasion today?”
• “She’s probably not favored in the family. I heard that Lucas Nolan is filing for divorce.”
• Ashlyn walked down the mountain while holding an umbrella, listening to the gossip of several noblewomen who were going down the mountain together behind her.
• These people have nothing else better to do than gossiping about the gentry.
• Those comments were like water off a duck’s back to Ashlyn.
• If only these women knew that the young wife they were talking about was standing in front of them, their eyes would probably pop out.
• “Wait up, Ms. Berry!”
• Suddenly, an ear-piercing voice came from behind.
• Ashlyn squinted.
• Following the sound of footsteps, a teenager about one meter eight intercepted Ashlyn; his handsome face flushed with rage.
• “Let’s see how long you can stay proud without Grandpa to cover you in the future, Ashlyn.”
• “So you came all the way over here just to tell me that?”
• Ashlyn said casually.
• The teenager standing in front of her was Blair Nolan, the second son of the Nolan family and Lucas’ half-brother, who was still a freshman in college this year.
• “I’m warning you. Don’t even think about getting a single penny of the Nolan family’s assets!”
• Blair shot daggers at Ashlyn.
• This woman is really good at pretending to be meek in front of Lucas.
• She’s clearly a different person once she turns around.
• Is Lucas blind or something?
• No, I can’t let this woman deceive my brother again, no matter what.
• Only the three Nolan siblings and Charles knew about her secret marriage to Lucas.
• The Nolan family’s youngest, Naomi, was abroad and had to be back today to attend the funeral of the old man.
• Sure enough, just as Ashlyn reached the foot of the mountain, she ran into Naomi, who was getting down from the car in a hurry.
• Scorn shone in Naomi's as she said, “Ashlyn, I suggest you quickly divorce my brother. He's handsome and is an outstanding man. The number of women who want to marry him could queue into a line that goes around the world. You better know your place.”
• “Can you come up with something new?” The way Ashlyn looked at Naomi was as though the latter was a piece of trash.
• Following that, she climbed into her car and sped off.
• Naomi stomped her feet in anger. Damn it! How dare she be so rude to me?