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Mr. He heard about the incident and
pondered.
“Should I deal with Jason’s father?”
He was a powerful figure at the top of the
food chain; a word from him could destroy
Jason’s father’s small business.
I shook my head, “Forget it, he’s still the
father.”
Besides, if I ruined him, I’d have to deal with
Jason, and I wasn’t that foolish.
He nodded, concerned about my injury.
“How bad is it? Should I call the family
doctor?”
I quickly said, “It’s fine, a child’s not that
strong; it’s not serious.”
I was afraid he’d blame me for my ex-
husband’s family’s disturbance.
Sweetheart suddenly blurted out, “Dad, you
like Aunt Jiang, right? I think she’s better than
those flashy women.”
Mr. He smiled, tapping her head.
He didn’t deny it.
I was shocked!
I quickly changed the subject.
Being with Mr. He?
No way. This old fox…
The Zhou family was quiet for a while.
I took Sweetheart on vacation during summer
break.
I heard shocking news upon my return.
Donna had a miscarriage, and Jason was
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expelled from school and sent to juvenile
detention!
Jason’s father’s business was also sabotaged
by Donna, leaving them penniless, causing
constant chaos.
Desperate, Donna begged Mr. He for her job
back.
I learned the truth.
As her pregnancy progressed, she neglected
Jason.
Her daughter and Jason argued over games;
she couldn’t please both.
The chaos at home led Catherine and Jason’s
father to escape.
With no supervision, Donna favored her
daughter, angering Jason.
The incident began with financial strain;
Donna refused Jason’s demands for takeout
and skins.
Angry, he retaliated, molesting Donna’s
daughter while she was at her checkup.
Donna returned and fought with Jason.
Jason resented the unborn baby; he kicked
Donna’s belly, causing the miscarriage.
Catherine and Jason’s father rushed back,
but it was too late.
Donna not only lost her baby, but her
daughter also wanted to leave home. Furious,
she wanted to arrest Jason.
The baby was gone.
Jason’s father sided with Jason, threatening
to divorce Donna if she called the police.
This once–loving couple became enemies.
Donna, desperate, had Jason sent to juvenile
detention.
She gritted her teeth, “He ruined my
daughter’s life; I’ll ruin his too!”
Mr. He, considering her position and her
daughter’s situation, offered her a regular
employee position.
But she glared at me, “It’s all your fault, Nina!
If you’d taken Jason, we wouldn’t be like this,
and my daughter wouldn’t have been bullied!
You heartless mother, why are you living so
well? Your son’s crime is your fault!”
She wailed, “Are you happy with this
outcome?!”
I was shocked, but Donna had no right to
blame me.
“Jason committed a crime; the law will punish
him, but what about you?”
I despised her, saying, “You encouraged your
daughter to please them, especially Jason, to
marry Jason’s father.
Teenage children under one roof, with
hormonal changes, did you, as a mother, ever
think of protecting your daughter!
I feel sorry for your daughter!”
She staggered, “You!”
stepped
I stepped closer, demanding, “What! Should I
have been your pawn, clearing your path, so
you could live comfortably?”
She stared at me, like a caught thief, her face
flushed.
Mr. He had been observing.
Disappointment flickered in his eyes; he
shook his head, “Donna, this is your fault. You
still blame others; your character is
questionable.”
He was about to retract his offer.
I shook my head, “Forget it, consider it
atonement for my son.”
I didn’t sympathize with Donna.
But she was divorced and jobless; what would
happen to her daughter?
“Don’t pretend to be kind!” Donna,
unrepentant, glared at me and left.
I sat in my room for a long time.
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Mr. He knocked and entered.
“Worried about your son?” he asked.
I smiled faintly, shaking my head, “No, I even
think this outcome is…good.”
He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
I didn’t care what he thought; I said frankly,
“If I fought for custody, I think my outcome
would be worse than Donna’s.”
At least she was alive.
Mr. He studied me for a moment, then sat
beside me.
He suddenly asked, “Nina, what do you think
of Sweetheart’s suggestion?”
I understood immediately.
I teasingly asked, “Mr. He, don’t you want to
pay the $60,000 monthly housekeeper fee
anymore?”
Mr. He chuckled, shaking his head helplessly.
Of course, a billionaire wouldn’t care.
But based on his divorce reason.
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I guessed he wanted a family–oriented wife.
But I wasn’t.
I had my career; being his housekeeper was
just the beginning.
“Nina, for two old foxes like us, taking the
next step is difficult,” Mr. He sighed,
regretfully.
I nodded in agreement.
Mr. He’s affection, tolerance, and subtle tests
were evident.
But as he said, taking the next step was
difficult.
I’d just escaped a nanny–like marriage.
I wouldn’t jump into another one!
If it didn’t work out, I’d pay a hefty penalty
and leave.
I composed myself and visited Jason at
juvenile detention.
He was thinner, less angry, more listless.
Bruises were visible on his arms and lips.
He’d suffered.
Seeing me, he unconsciously approached,
tears and joy in his eyes.
His hand reached out, then retreated timidly.
I looked at him indifferently.
Though pitiful, he looked better than his
greasy self before.
“Mom-” he whispered, looking uneasy.
Like a stray dog, finally seeing its owner, yet
afraid of rejection.
“I’m sorry, scold me,” he bowed his head,
wringing his hands.
I felt nothing, calmly saying, “No scolding, no
care. You’re not worth it.”
Tears streamed down his face.
“It’s Grandma and Dad’s fault. They always
said bad things about you. I didn’t want to
abandon you.”
I chuckled; he looked at me with tearful,
I chuckled; he looked at me with tearful,
confused eyes.
I wiped away my tears, “Jason, you’re so
fickle. Your father is a jerk, but he did fight
for you and Donna.”
I shook my head in disappointment.
My son was truly ungrateful.
“Reform yourself,”
I left without looking back.
This outcome was a comfort for my past self.
The constraints of my past life were gone.
Today’s Nina was fearless.
