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

cigarettes clung heavily to him–evidence of more

scrawled his signature and thrust it back toward

utterly devoid of warmth. “No.

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

briefly. “The moment she expressed a preference for another mother,”

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

mild. “But she starts school this

he bit out, each word sharp. “Your blood flows in her

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

utterly,” he finally

moment. Then, my voice emerged, colder than ice. “Failure? Divorce? Letting go? That

come from? Who

loss of the woman he thought he owned. Losing his grip on me was clearly an intolerable

“I know this much: cutting your losses is infinitely wiser than clinging

metaphor struck home. He seemed to deflate, his rigid posture collapsing into the chair like a pupp strings. Angry fingers drummed