Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Concerned about delaying the takeout, Wallace took the food and left the restaurant.

Watching her brother’s retreating figure, Emily sighed and then left the restaurant as well.

The sky gradually darkened. Though the morning weather was clear, it now seemed gloomy, as if it were going to rain.

Today, Emily was out alone, without a driver or an umbrella.

It’s best to hurry back before the rain starts.

As Emily left the bustling pedestrian street and stood by the roadside to hail a taxi, she looked up and caught sight of a familiar figure not far away by the green belt.

Seeing the familiar figure, Emily stopped to look at Angela Reid, her gentle and subtle smile.

Angela Reid, at this time, was standing beside an elderly person dressed in ragged clothes. The old person looked emaciated, like a… beggar?

“Respected Elder, take this.” Angela turned to take the packed lunch from the driver’s hand, and handed it to the elderly person with a kind expression.

Angela was not like any other wealthy madam who would avoid beggars like the plague.

She was always kind, and although she had not partaken in significant charity events, she had done countless smaller acts of kindness.

Naturally, she would ignore those young people on the streets feigning illnesses and disabilities to get money, but when she saw pitiable elderly people, Angela would not hesitate to offer a warm meal and do whatever was within her power.

For twenty years, Angela remained consistent.

By doing all this, she secretly prayed in her heart that her good deeds would ensure her only daughter’s survival in the disaster twenty years ago.

Although twenty years had passed and her daughter could not possibly still be alive, Angela could never break her habits developed over the years.

Whenever she saw a helpless, pitiful elderly person, she would always extend a helping hand.

The old person did not ask for money, just sitting weakly beside the green belt, as if they were tired.

Upon inspecting the middle-aged woman before him, the old person could tell she was a rich madam. She didn’t despise him, the beggar, and even brought him food to eat. The elderly person’s eyes moistened.

“Thank you…” The old person did not refuse, as he was genuinely hungry at this moment.

Angela Reid smiled faintly, preparing to turn around and leave.

Looking up, she realized a familiar figure was staring intently at her from some distance away. Angela couldn’t help but pause.

Emily stood in place, watching Angela’s actions and couldn’t help but wonder how such a gentle, elegant woman could have raised a daughter like Camila Walker who was so arrogant and rude?

Compared to Camila, Angela was so much better.

Perhaps the daughters of rich families were spoiled, causing such a stark contrast in character.

However, Bella Stuart, another child from a wealthy family, was not like Camila. Even though her personality was somewhat arrogant, she was never scheming, arrogant, or rude like Camila.

Angela looked at the girl in front of her; every time she saw her, Angela felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart and a sense of comfort.