Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Chapter 77 Raising Like a Silkworm

Chapter 77 Raising Like a Silkworm

The following morning, Jessica left home thirty minutes earlier, carrying the breakfast prepared by the nanny, and hurried to the hospital.

As she cautiously entered the ward, Angela woke up.

Jessica blinked her eyes and asked, “Oh, did I wake you up?”

Angela weakly smiled and explained, “No, I didn’t sleep well. Why did you come so early? I remember you

have classes in the morning.”

“I brought you breakfast. I asked my nanny to make it specially for you. It has been simmering for several hours. It’s chicken soup, very fragrant.” Jessica put down her backpack and quickly took out the lunchbox from the bag. “Whenever I get sick, my nanny will cook this for me, and I’ll feel better soon!”

As she opened the lid, the room was instantly filled with a delicious aroma, making Angela feel a bit hungry.

These past

few days, she hadn’t eaten a meal and had been relying on intravenous nutrition.

“Have you eaten? Let’s eat together.” Angela’s voice was still a bit hoarse.

Upon hearing this, Jessica felt extremely sorry. “I’ve already eaten. You eat it all. It’s all for you.”

Jessica knew that Angela was injured and couldn’t move, so she carefully fed her.

“I must say, your dad is truly despicable. How can he be so cruel to you, his own daughter, right after you woke up?” Jessica expressed indignation, “Honestly, be my dad’s daughter instead. Although my dad is uneducated, he knows how to take care of his daughter.”

The Turner Family amassed their fortune as nouveau riche, possessing wealth but lacking in education. They couldn’t fit into high society as they looked down upon the Turner Family for their lack of educational background.

The same was true at school, where the children of officials and the wealthy were reluctant to play with Jessica, all because of this reason.

Angela quietly sipped her chicken soup and said with a bitter smile, “Thank goodness my isn’t here. Otherwise, he would have beaten me again.”

dad

“What do you mean?”

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and that’s why I

to be cut off. Otherwise, they could

gave a thumbs up. “You’re really brave,

is around before doing this. The beating you received isn’t

were outsiders present, George wouldn’t have hurt Angela so recklessly. Moreover, someone could have extended a helping hand.

her eyes and sarcastically smiled. “I’m his daughter. Who has the right to

stop

If it were Fanny, your brothers would definitely fight to help

just stand by, watching coldly, without offering a word of advice. What if it is Fanny… Family ties cannot be forced. How does my present self, trapped by that obsession, only awaken after being imprisoned to death?

The door of the ward was pushed open a little

her body, unexpectedly pulling on her wound, causing her face to

came in nervously and said with

she was in the hospital. She was afraid that Donald and the others would worry, so she didn’t tell them.

late, Jessica politely greeted Queenie, bid farewell, and assured Angela that she would return to visit her later before hurrying off to

left, Angela inquired, “Queenie, how did you know I was here?”

head to toe, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. “Relatives from my in–laws came and brought some local specialties. I assumed you were living alone, so I brought some for you. When I went to Grandma’s house, no one was there. Later, I went to school

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because I was afraid you

Tell me the truth.” Queenie said with a serious expression, pulling up at chair

she could no longer hide it, Angela explained everything in

grave. “Angela, you’ve become independent. You kept such a significant matter hidden from us. Are you planning to sever ties with us in the future?”

scolding. However, she also understood that Queenie was worried about her, which was

know I was wrong. I

that Angela had become even thinner and her face had grown more gaunt, as if she could be blown away by the wind, Queenie felt a pang of sadness. “Was it your classmate who brought you food? She was quite kind to

“Where were Uncle George and Aunt

her smile and nodded. “They knew.”

but didn’t even show up, Queenie tightly clenched her

a junior and couldn’t blame

sorry for

some matters to