RedNovelChapter 52
Getting sick was rough. | knew that well. That night, | felt a bit better and went to the hospital.
Yvonne was young but tough. When | got there, she was jumping around in her room.
When | walked in, she hid her phone under the covers. | heard a ping; she ducked under to text back and then
peeked at me.
“Mom, what took you so long? I'm starving,” Yvonne whined when she saw me.
| used what little energy | had to sit down next to her. “Sorry, I'm sick, too. No food. Call your dad and ask him to
bring
some.”
“Did | make you sick?” Yvonne blinked. “Good thing | didn’t let Tracy hug me, or she'd be sick too. If she’s sick,
Dad won't have help with work.”
She was such a pain. “Aren’t you hungry? Why not call your dad?” | didn’t want to argue. Maybe | should just
ignore her instead of fighting with a kid.
Yvonne huffed, “Why should | call? Can't you do it?”
“You're the hungry one,” | told her.
“You're supposed to be my mom.” Yvonne's eyes filled with tears, whining, “Other moms are always there for
their kids, not like you. | hardly see you all day.”
| paused, and then quietly texted Jared to bring food.
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Soon, Jared's driver showed up with dinner-all Yvonne's favorites. She sat on the bed, legs crossed, eating slowly
and staring
at me.
| was hungry, too, but I just wanted to sleep.
After eating, Yvonne flopped back. “Mom, clean this up,” she said. | got up and tidied everything. Then Yvonne
sat up straight. “Tracy said there’s a toy store downstairs. | wanna go!”
Thinking about how she used to get whatever she wanted, with top-brand clothes and the best of everything,
but now, | wouldn't spoil her like that. She couldn't just get everything she asked for.
“No. You've got toys by your bed. Play with those first,” | said firmly.
“Why not?” Yvonne whined. “You're makingunhappy. I'm a patient. | had a shot and my hand’s swollen.”
When she didn’t get her way, she acted all upset, like she’d been wronged.
I knew she was faking it, so | stayed strong. “Yvonne,” | said seriously, “you gotta earn things. If you get
everything easy, you won't treasure it.”
“Why should | treasure stuff? Dad's rich; Grandma's rich. They givewhatever | want. But you? You don’t earn
anything and won't letspend. The money you use is Dad's. You're just a parasite.” Yvonne was really going
at it, sounding too smart for her age.
| looked at her like she was a little wolf ready to bite. My look was cold, so Yvonne wanted to say something but
stopped
herself.
“You reminded me. I'll work hard and stop asking for money. So, Yvonne, Mom will be busy working. You need to
be more independent; do your own stuff. And... it's okay for your dad to givemoney; I'm his wife.”
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Yvonne blinked, surprised, like it was the first tshe heardtalk like this. She wasn’t used to it. “If Dad
leaves you, you won't spend his money,” Yvonne snapped back, clearly hurt.
“Why should | be scared? I'm young, pretty, and smart. If your dad stops spending on me, other men will. But
having someone isn’t everything. | need my own path. I'll work hard. If you need help, ask your dad or
grandma.”
| stopped seeing Yvonne as just my child, but as someone who could understand. Whether she got it or not, |
needed her to know she was grown up. | couldn’t spend all my ton her.
Yvonne's eyes widened. She was really trying to putdown, makeknow my place-to serve her like her
nanny. She had a powerful family and was their little princess. As for me, an unemployed nanny, | must put her
first.
But | didn’t let her win. So she was confused. For someone so young, she was already trying to manipulate. |
must say, Jared's
genes were strong.
In my previous life, I'd have let my daughter take advantage ofwithout a word. | thought her happiness was
mine. But mothers were role models. Children becwhat they saw. If a mother lost her place, she became
unimportant.
Yvonne realized | was better at arguing. She went quiet and played with her toy.
| leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes to rest.
Around 9 PM, Jared showed up. He sawon the sofa and asked, “Did you eat?”
| opened my eyes, still half-asleep, and looked at him. Being sick mademix up my current life with my past.
Jared still meant something to me, even though he was a real jerk. After all, I'd loved him for years.
| just kept staring at him, not saying a word.
He bent down and felt my forehead with the back of his hand, asking, “Still sick?”
His hand’s warmth wokeup. | pushed his arm away and said, “You're here? Then I'll go grab something to eat
downstairs.” Then | grabbed my bag and walked out.
“Ill cwith you,” Jared said suddenly, followingout. “I'll ask Warner to watch Yvonne.”
“No, you should stay here,” | refused right away.
Yvonne cried, “Daddy, don’t go. Play with me!”
Jared looked at his daughter, and then at me. “You sure you don’t need me?”
His words sounded a bit angry. In my previous life, | always tried to make him stay with me. I relied on him a lot.
That was why Jared felt so important. libe that the went chonning with| was happy for dove
“No
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