Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

| avoided mother-daughter bonding whenever possible. But when forced, | endured it.

Jared drove us himself while his driver collected Yvonne.

My memories from before were fading, and this life wasn’t following the sscript. | had no idea what would

happen next -but whatever it was, | refused to be walked over again.

Jared had chosen an upscale Falansia bistro. When we arrived, Yvonne was sprawled across the sofa, her young

face already bearing the cynical expression that didn’t belong on a child.

“You're late,” Yvonne said by way of greeting, her voice dripping with teenage disdain.

“We hit straffic,” Jared offered quietly. “Order whatever you'd like, sweetheart.”

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“I want chocolate, ice cream, and all the greasy fried food,” Yvonne demanded, proving once again that

forbidden treats were always the most tempting.

In my previous life, I'd kept strict bans on these “unhealthy” foods, leading to endless tantrums as Yvonne

fought for every bite.

Jared looked tofor support, and then murmured when | stayed silent, “Those will upset your stomach,

sweetheart. You don’t want to end up at the doctor's.”

“Mom’s saying no again, isn’t she?” Yvonne curled into a defensive ball, her small back turned to us. “It’s not

fair. Grown-ups eat whatever they want!”

“Let her have what she wants,” | said, sinking into the chair beside Jared.

“Since when do we allow this?” Jared's eyebrows shot up at my sudden change of heart.

| smiled. “Look how upset she is. Children have so few choices. We adults get to pick every meal, while they eat

what we decide. From now on, | won't be so strict about what you eat, Yvonne. Go ahead and order whatever

you'd like.”

“Really?” Her whole face brightened as she scrambled over to cling to my arm. “Mom, you should've done this

ages ago. Then | wouldn't have yelled at you. Dad, hurry up and order.”

Despite his frown, Jared ordered Yvonne's preferred dishes first before selecting the house specialties-the wine-

paired steak, foie gras, and caviar. Fine dining was one area where he never compromised.

When Jared's phone rang, he excused himself to take the call outside.

Soon, the server brought Yvonne's cake, and she immediately dug in with childish enthusiasm. “Mom,” she said

between. bites, “my leg still hurts. Can | stay ha few more days?”

| knew she just wanted to skip school and lounge around. Watching her hopeful expression, | took a slow sip of

wine and said flatly, “Take it up with your father. It’s fine byeither way.”

“Really? Mom, you're so much nicer now. | love you!” Yvonne immediately curled into my side, all warm

affection.

| smiled wryly. It figured-the parent who disciplined becthe villain, but once they loosened the reins, love

suddenly

returned.

Jared returned from his call and settled beside me, his phone face-up on the table.

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When a text lit up the screen, my peripheral vision caught the sender-Tracy, probably. Jared barely glanced at it

and left it unanswered.

Yvonne worked her way through fried chicken, ice cream, and finally a whole chocolate bar, radiating

contentment.