Pobre Ana In English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For the first time, she’s truly acknowledging how much the entire Munya situation had hurt her. “Those paychecks you were receiving weren’t pure either. Those were crimes against humanity…I’ve seen how hard you work and I know that you aren’t lazy or lack effort…” Anna sighs. “My mom will never want to see me again…” Anna says. Henry hugs her closer. Guess he had some work to do.

“Anya, thank you for giving birth to three children for me. Otherwise, I would have no family in this world. I really feel so lonely. Every day when I come back from work, the house is empty, and I can’t feel any warmth of home. No family members is there waiting for me. I feel that I am really poor. I have no parents, no siblings, no relatives, no wife. I am so poor that I can only have money.” My trick worked. Anya’s eyes were filled with gentleness. “Don’t you like money the most? Don’t you think that money can buy everything? As long as you have money, you don’t need to care about anything else.” My eyes flickered. “Who said, I don’t care. I am a human too. I am also very fragile. I just

Dr Jerome asked and Ana frowned. Dr Jerome was right. Ana comes from a poor family. They live from hand to mouth. Getting the scholarship was the only way to further her education and become the dietician she had always dreamt of so she could start earning some good money to change her family's life. She was so happy when she got the scholarship. She announced it to her mother and sister and they rejoiced with her. She returned home that day holding a bottle of drink which they shared. That was all she could remember. Why will her family do this to her? They had lived their whole life in poverty and they only had to wait a couple of years more and she would be done with school and their life

And the way she is gawking at Ana is more ill-bred. “Of course I do.” Ana says it nicely. “I hope you have been as good as Irma here." She adds. Julie produces an unnerving smirk that arouses my hair. “What did you think? That we would die of poverty because we stopped working for your family? Or that we ended up in the streets?" Ana’s grin fades abruptly while she looks away. Poor girl! “Hey! Be nice, will you?” I snap at Julie. “Who is she?” Angel’s voice startled everyone.

He what? Ayana’s gaze lingered on the people shivering in the cold, on the uncountable groups of people huddled together, their bodies trembling against the bitter chill of the night. Each shiver seemed to echo a tale of struggle and hardship, a silent plea for warmth and comfort. Despite the darkness that enveloped them, their vulnerability pierced Ayana's heart like a dagger. It was crystal clear—they needed help, for sure. But, in that sea of faces, Adam Stone De’Leon, of all people, happened to have the heart to lend a hand. To feed some empty stomachs?

"What stupid Pack duties, you Liar? I know you were busy gallivanting around town like some common street rat, you’re honestly a shame to your title. How can a Luna be so useless." Ana bristled at the insult, and she felt her chest tighten with barely restrained rage. "I was doing my best Mother, I wasn’t expecting you to visit today or else I would have been around to welcome you myself.” But before she could defend herself any further, Lorraine cut her off with a wave of her hand. "First of all, don’t ever call me mother again! I can never be unfortunate enough to have a daughter like you. Secondly, I’m tired of your stupid excuses, Ana. You're supposed to be focused on one thing and one t

she corrected with a grin, “Michael, I invited Sophia to be the translator for the business dinner.” Michael leaned back in his chair and spoke in a magnetic voice, "This dinner is very important. I can hire a better one for you." "I think Sophia is great," Cindy said in a gentle and sweet voice. "I believe she can do well, right, Sophia?" “"As long as you want." Michael's voice still has no emotion. “I know you are the best.” After Cindy finished speaking, I saw her hand holding Michael's. I suddenly felt ridiculous and pathetic. For the first time, I felt that a poor person like me was just a plaything of the rich.

Stacy had a nanny, a housekeeper, and a butler—she didn't have to lift a finger at all. As long as she stayed away from gambling, that money would last her several lifetimes. A young girl adopted from the orphanage—now she had struck it rich and lost a husband. Most people couldn't even dream of getting that lucky. So I didn't understand why, in everyone's eyes, she was somehow the most pitiful one. I was exhausted to see her appearing everywhere in my life, yet I couldn't even accuse her of being a mistress who wrecked someone's marriage.

"So it's Ms. Dixon. She abandoned Mr. Dixon in spite of his feelings, and now she's reduced to working as a waitress?" "Poor thing, she deserves it." "She reaps what she sows." I didn't know who pushed me toward Zackary. He instinctively reached out but suddenly took a step back. My body fell uncontrollably into the corner of the table, coming along with severe pain. Blood and tears flowed out together, but I became numb. I tried to leave without saying a word. Zackary blocked in front of me and looked down at me. "Don't you want money? Lillianna is allergic and can't drink, so you'll help her drink."

Chapter 4 Ana's pov “My love, I'm sorry, but do you mind explaining everything to me again?” My Mom asked me; each word that passed through her lips did so with intentional efforts, so much so that it made my heart basically ache to watch my once energetic mother struggle with something so basic as speech. In the past weeks, I had mastered the art of crafting believable stories. I told her that I have been working for a rich old lady who was in dire need of a caretaker.