Chapter 111 Our Daughter
“There’s no need to buy things every day. She’s not lacking anything” I refused.
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Shawn furrowed his brows slightly and said in a low voice, “You’ve been paying less attention to Yuna lately. Is it because of
me
I turned to look at him, and Shawn was looking at me too,
The light filtered through the shadows of the trees, flickering across our faces, Shawn suddenly seemed burdened with more thoughts.
“You’re overthinking it. I just think we shouldn’t spoil her too much. I didn’t want Shawn to think I was still holding a grudge against him.
After all, love is the root of hate. What happens when even the hate is gone?
Shawn
gave a soft laugh, then said, “Tiffany, have you ever really tried to understand me?”
My expression froze. Didn’t I understand him enough? We already lived a whole previous life together. Wouldn’t that count?
I said nothing. but Shawn followed up with a strange comment. “I’m not as pathetic as you think. I care about my reputation.
After that, he stood up, turned his back to me, and slipped one hand into the pocket of his slacks. “If you want to reach the top, do you want me to help you find the path?”
My heart trembled violently. I stared at his tall figure. His short, dark hair was neatly trimmed, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw, making him all the more masculine. He glanced sideways but didn’t look at me directly.
“You peeked at my wish tag?” I asked angrily.
Shawn turned his head toward the wishing tree. “With so many people writing wishes, if I didn’t recognize your handwriting. it would’ve been hard to find.”
I bit my lip and said, “No need. I’ll find my own way.”
“You’ve been disconnected from society for six years. How do you plan to discover that path? Or is there someone willing to show you the way now? Is that it?” Shawn suddenly turned around, looking down at me from above. “Is it Ethan?”
“Don’t bring him up. This has nothing to do with him.” I met his gaze without the slightest guilt.
Shawn nodded. “Actually, you don’t understand ine. And it seems I don’t understand you either
“You were always busy with work and your career. I was just going in circles at home. When did we ever have time? We were both too busy.” I smiled, with a hint of mockery in my voice.
Shawn seemed to agree. He gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know you feel uneasy inside, afraid I’ll abandon you. So you want a career of your own. Fine, I’ll help you. When you reach the peak of your career, we can talk about having a second child.”
“There won’t be a second chuld,” I said to him with certainty. “But if you’re willing to help me build a career of my own, I’ll be grateful
“And how exactly would you show that gratitude?” Shawn’s gaze darkened.
I deeply understand the principle of giving someone a fish versus teaching them to fish. The reality is, as a housewife, relying solely on my abilities, I might survive, but it’s hard to become truly rich.
I knew Shawn’s capabilities. He had knowledge, insight, and connections. By following in his footsteps, I could potentially
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I’m still young. Would having money really make me lie flat?
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No. I knew too well the feeling of doing nothing or being so idle that it became unbearable. A day or two is fine, a year or two is hard to endure, but ten or twenty years would be unbearable.
Humans are social creatures. People need value and affirmation. I won’t lie flat, and I don’t want
want to
“If that day really comes, I’ll show my gratitude however you want,” I said with a flirtatious smile. It was the first time I spoke to Shawn with a negotiator’s mindset.
He didn’t seem to like my tone. His expression stiffened, his voice taut. “Fine. But you have to promise me–don’t neglect our daughter because of me.”
“I think you misunderstood. I haven’t neglected her. I just…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the cruel words.
In truth, truly strong people don’t need to explain or justify such things. If I had to say those harsh things out loud, it only proved I wasn’t strong enough yet..
Just what? What did Yuna do to disappoint you?” As her father, he had every right to question me.
I lowered my head. How could I tell him that, in my past life, I had endured the deepest kind of betrayal and hurt from our daughter?
He would only think I was mentally unstable–insane.
I had to handle and sever this connection like a normal person would
“Nothing. I just feel like I haven’t done a good job raising her. Maybe I’ve become emotionally incapable of loving her.” I sighed softly.
“That’s not what you said before. You said you’d love her with a lifetime’s patience, no matter what she became–because she’s your daughter.” Shawn stared at me, disappointment laced in his voice.
“Maybe. Maybe I’m contradicting myself. Hubby, our daughter likes you more anyway. From now on, try to spend more time. with her. I’ve heard that children raised by fathers tend to be more bold and assertive, while those raised by mothers can be softer and more fragile. I believe you want to raise a daughter who’s brave and unafraid to fight for what she wants, right? 1 had begun subtly manipulating Shawn with logic.
