Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1589

Lincoln dashed through the streets. Fearing he would be discovered too easily, he fled into a shopping mall he had passed by. He ran so fast that he couldn't see well and collided with a woman walking toward him.

The woman stumbled, causing the coffee in her hand to slip out and splash all over another woman in front of her. In the blink of an eye, the coffee left a large stain on her white dress.

"I'm sorry," Lincoln apologized. "It was an accident. Are you scalded?"

The woman frowned as she quietly cleaned her dress without responding right away.

The man next to her, however, showed a hint of compassion in his stern expression upon seeing Lincoln's face.

Chandler hadn't expected that the person he had only seen in photos and videos over the past seven years would be suddenly standing right in front of him. But now wasn't the time for them to acknowledge each other yet.

"Where are your parents?" He still appeared indifferent, as if he wasn't affected by this small accident.

"She's not here with me." Lincoln always took responsibility for his actions. "Even if she comes, you'll only get an apology and compensation. It'll be a waste of your time, so it's better if I just pay for the damages directly."

Chandler's gaze turned slightly cold, and he didn't respond. It seemed this kid had come back on his own.

"How arrogant." The woman scoffed.

She finally had a chance to go out with Chandler, yet her good mood was completely ruined. Although she didn't intend to let it go, she could only pretend to joke with a smile since Chandler was present.

"Kid, this dress is a high-end piece that was just released by a foreign brand this year. It is worth ten thousand Ameridia dollars. Your little pocket money might not be enough to pay for it."

His mother had told him that his maternal grandfather was very good to them, and his maternal grandfather would definitely be very happy to see him. However, the reality was totally different from the ideal.

Abraham was momentarily stunned. Once he realized the kid was calling him, he frowned in disdain and jokingly distanced himself. "Haha, this little kid even mistakes his own grandfather."

Lincoln's smile gradually froze, his small face wrinkling in disappointment as he stubbornly retorted, "I didn't make a mistake."

"Alright, alright, you didn't. You must be hungry. Here, I'll give you some money to buy something delicious." Abraham pretended to be kind as he pulled the kid aside with the money.

While handing over the money, he squeezed the kid's arms and warned in a low voice, "You little rascal, wait for me at the coffee shop across the street. Otherwise, I won't acknowledge you."