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

Chapter 223

Nearing the entrance, Jared’s low voice, carrying clearly in the quiet corridor, stopped me cold. “You’ve just suffered a loss, Tracy. Focus on heslye Hote isn’t the time to dive back into the fray.”

“You don’t need to return here. Your family’s business offers far better prospects for you. Amy might lack your technical expertise, but she navigates the political landscape effectively. There’s no problem.”

After a pause, he continued, “Any update on Mom and Yvonne’s flight schedule?”

“Thanks for looking after them,” Jared murmured, his voice softening slightly. “I’ll find a way to express my gratitude.”

Silently, I retreated, melting back into the corridor shadows. Only after Jared concluded his call and returned to his office did l’approach again.

Jared sat hunched over his desk, brow deeply jabbing an impatient finger at a stack of documents. At my entrance, his head snapped up.

“Meeting concluded?”

I approached his desk, my expression blank. The acrid

to him–evidence of more than

signature and thrust it back toward me. “Yvonne returns tomorrow afternoon.

met his gaze, my own utterly devoid of warmth. “No. Enjoy your

frustration hardened his voice and features, “I understand your animosity towards me.

another mother,” I stated, my voice glacial, “my sense of obligation

contorted into a scowl. “She’s a child, Victoria. Childish prattle! And you’re holding that

my tone deceptively mild. “But she starts school this year.

icy detachment clearly horrified him. “She is your daughter,” he bit out, each word sharp. “Your blood

am reluctant?” I countered coldly. “Would that change a single, solitary

utterly,” he finally

colder than

voice rose, sharp with disbelief and anger, “where did this twisted perspective come from? Who filled your head with this poison? The woman I knew would never be like

of the woman he thought he owned. Losing

this much: cutting your losses is infinitely wiser than clinging to the rotting corpse of

posture collapsing into the chair like a pupp strings.