After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 52

Getting sick was rough. I knew that well. That night, I felt a bit better and went to the hospital.

Yvonne was young but tough. When I got there, she was jumping around in her room.

When I walked in, she hid her phone under the covers. I 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.

I used what little energy I had to sit down next to her. “Sorry, I’m sick, too. No food. Call your dad and ask him to bring

some.”

“Did I make you sick?” Yvonne blinked. “Good thing I 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?” I didn’t want to argue. Maybe I should just ignore her instead of fighting with a kid.

Yvonne huffed, “Why should I call? Can’t you do it?”

“You’re the hungry one,” I 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. I hardly see you all day.”

I paused, and then quietly texted Jared to bring food.

showed up with dinner–all Yvonne’s favorites. She sat on the

at me.

too, but I just wanted

up,” she said. I got up and tidied everything. Then Yvonne sat up straight. “Tracy said there’s a toy store downstairs.

with top–brand clothes and the best of everything, but now, I wouldn’t spoil her

bed.

my hand’s swollen.” When she didn’t get her way, she acted all upset, like she’d been

said seriously, “you

me whatever I want. But you? You don’t earn anything and won’t let me spend. The money you use is Dad’s. You’re just a parasite.” Yvonne was really going at it, sounding too

bite. My

herself.

will be busy working. You need to be more independent; do your own stuff. And… it’s okay

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the first time she heard me talk like this. She wasn’t used

men will. But having someone isn’t everything. I need my own path. I’ll work hard. If you need help, ask your

Yvonne as just my child, but as someone who could understand. Whether she got it or not, I needed

me know my place–to serve her like her nanny. She had a powerful family and was their

didn’t let her win. So she was confused. For someone so young, she was already trying

genes were strong.

thought her happiness was mine. But mothers were role models. Children became what they saw. If a mother lost her place,

was better at arguing. She went quiet and