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.

She sat on

at me.

too, but I just wanted to

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

the best of everything,

toys by your bed. Play with

a patient. I had a shot and my hand’s swollen.” When

said seriously, “you gotta

You don’t earn anything and won’t let me spend. The money you use is

bite. My look was cold, so Yvonne wanted to say something

herself.

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

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like it was the first time she heard me talk like this. She wasn’t used to it. “If Dad leaves you, you won’t spend his

I’m young, pretty, and smart. If your dad stops spending on me, other men will. But having someone isn’t everything. I need my own path. I’ll work

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

her like her nanny. She had a powerful family and was their little princess. As for me, an unemployed nanny, I must put

someone

genes were strong.

daughter take advantage of me without a word. I thought her happiness was mine. But mothers were

She went