Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008 Ice Queen 19
Later on, her little Princess grew up.
More and more beautiful, ever more intelligent, her personality increasingly arrogant. But so what? Her daughter is a Princess, and pride is a form of capital.
She and her husband would often receive countless envious gazes when they took their daughter to banquets; exemplary grades, beautiful appearance, exceptional manners and talents—her daughter was the pride of her and her husband.
Until that day…
On the way to ballet class, a vehicle with a drunk driver sped past, and her daughter, her pride, never managed to stand up again.
The life that followed was shrouded in gloom.
Every day, she had to face her husband’s endless bla, her daughter’s erratic temper, her own company on the brink of collapse, employees resigning one after another, feeling she was no longer capable, that the company would not survive, staying would lead to a dead end…
She was suffocating under the pressure.
The company embodied her lifelong dreams, her daughter was her own flesh and blood; she couldn’t let go of either. She wished so much for help, her husband’s care, her daughter’s understanding, her employees’ support, she needed all of these!
But there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
When she returned ho exhausted, she still had to face… how many things the daughter had smashed, her husband questioning why she didn’t co ho earlier, the nanny complaining again that the job was just too much to handle.
Before the new nanny’s arrival, she had to stay at ho, contact the agency for a new nanny, make doctor’s appointnts, check company emails, soothe employee morale, and also prepare three als a day, endure her daughter’s mood swings, and her husband’s constant nitpicking.
She was not a supermom, nor a perfect wife, when argunts beca the daily routine, venting anger, complaining, and mutual accusations were the norm between the couple.
Probably the husband couldn’t take it anymore either, he would have etings, co ho late, go on business trips, always finding various reasons to stay away from ho.
Divorce thus beca a matter of course.
Sotis, she would hear people discussing her, saying how hard it is for a single mother to raise a disabled daughter, how tough it must be, so even praised her strength.
She didn’t want to hear these words of praise at all because all she wanted was to be a carefree mother; nobody likes laboring, nobody likes to sacrifice…
She went through one nanny after another, one family doctor after another, each ti for a different reason. This ti, her daughter accused the Doctor of harassnt.
Because of her aversion to dication and physical examinations, her daughter had already driven away six doctors.
She was truly exhausted…
Tired of dealing with these things, just wanting to resolve them quickly, using money to silence the Doctor’s nurous complaints, then asking a friend to recomnd another suitable family doctor.
But she truly did not expect that after firing the family doctor, the Doctor’s wife ca to her company making a scene! Accusing her of seducing the family doctor!
She never sent that text ssage!
And it was impossible for her to seduce soone else’s husband!
She did nothing, yet she had to be publicly humiliated! And to carry the stigma of being a howrecker!
The only one who could have possibly gotten hold of her phone, was her daughter.
She really didn’t understand! They were mother and daughter, not enemies; why would her daughter do this to her? Does her daughter see her strenuous efforts to maintain their life as a joke?
All her sacrifices over the years, what had they brought?!
“There are so many people with disabilities who persevere and strive to live well! The blind, the deaf, those who have lost half their bodies! Aren’t they living just fine?! Why can’t you do it? Why can’t you manage?! Why do you tornt !!!”
The daughter’s eyes were bloodshot, she scread at her with imnse hatred, “Get out! Get out of here! I never want to see you again!”
Raising a bright and healthy child is a joy.
But pulling a child out of the mire, that’s so hard, really so hard…
It’s like planting a rose in this bitter cold land; even if you give it your all, there’s no guarantee of a bloom.
She stood lonely on the ice, looking at the vicious, bared bud, “Will it bloom this ti…”
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