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

heavily to him–evidence of more

Jared scrawled his signature and thrust it back toward me. “Yvonne returns tomorrow

his gaze, my own utterly

“I understand your animosity towards

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

then contorted into a scowl. “She’s

tone deceptively mild. “But she starts school this year. She should grasp basic right and wrong.

sharp. “Your blood flows in her veins. How can you be

I am reluctant?” I countered coldly. “Would

motherhood so utterly,” he finally struck, “isn’t that the

Silence hung heavy for a moment. Then, my voice emerged, colder than ice. “Failure? Divorce? Letting go? That isn’t failure, Jared. That’s excising a mistake.

rose, sharp with disbelief and anger, “where did this twisted perspective come from? Who filled your head with this

erupt at my transformation, at the loss of the woman he thought he owned. Losing his grip on me was clearly an intolerable wound to

know this much: cutting your losses

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