Chapter 1494: Chapter 1466 Digging a Hole on the Way
Jas Norris looked at her with her head down in silence, thinking she was disappointed in him, so he added.
“But I can tell you everything I know.”
Kiara felt even more guilt.
She had swindled so many people, but for so reason, with this one before her, she felt uncomfortable after the deceit. It was a reason Kiara would only understand later, unconnected with romance yet tied to her past life.
Mrs. Kiara composed herself and said earnestly.
“Actually, Fox Cat, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to speak.”
“Don’t you really want to know?”
He had just spent so much ti digging that hole, extending from a fairytale to a professional ramble, all just to set the stage for this revelation about his origin. Fox Cat was sowhat confused, why, when she was about to succeed, would she give up.
“I’m sorry.” Kiara apologized seriously.
She should have realized it earlier; Fox Cat shared her profession. The tactics she planned to use were transparent to him.
“Why are you apologizing?” He didn’t understand.
“I apologize to you for my behavior just now. Fox Cat friend is sincere with , and I take back my previous tactics. In the future, feel free to speak your mind around or reject directly if you do not wish to; it’s okay. I hope my friends can be open and spontaneous around without overthinking.”
“I still don’t understand why you would stop asking about sothing you clearly want to know.” To Fox Cat, this emotional circuit was a bit too long. He couldn’t grasp it.
“Because I want anything you do to be based on happiness, not out of emotional coercion, like the story of my origin. You can tell if you want, and it’s okay if it’s inconvenient for you. It won’t affect our friendship.”
“Friendship?”
“Friendship!”
This was a very subtle feeling, so subtle that Fox Cat was stunned for a whole minute.
Kiara lowered her head and continued digging in the sand, creating a large hole only to fill it back in, then digging again, repeating this seemingly aningless but self-amusing behavior.
“Don’t you find it boring?”
“It’s okay—Fox Cat, have you ever tried living not driven by outcos, not in a work mode?”
“What do you an?”
“We’ve been professional doctors for too long, and inevitably, we seek efficiency and results because our ti is limited. Always pursuing a quick result is fine for work but not for life.”
Kiara filled in the sand pit. She thought that she must take her daughter to the seaside when she got ho, to see the azure sea under the sun, moon, and stars.
“So things may seem aningless, but if you’re having fun, isn’t that enough? This includes your relationship with Matt Bailey. You’ve confined yourself within a parental frawork, aiming for a father-son outco, and forcing yourself to do things you dislike, but you’re unhappy in the process.”
“I don’t think so.”
“If you were happy, why would you burn wood for no reason? It’s expensive to buy and then burn just like that. Isn’t that a manifestation of your subconscious extre dissatisfaction with his actions, resulting in a behavior that diverges from your consciousness?”
Jas Norris stiffened, turned to her seriously, “Don’t psychoanalyze with your professional techniques.”
Kiara spread her hands, “Then let offer a friend’s perspective. If you still feel an urge to burn sothing next ti, consider giving it to ; you’ll receive quite a few thanks.”
“Oh?”
“Let’s assu, once you burn it, it’s gone to ashes. But if you give it to soone who likes it, every ti they see the item, they’ll think of you and probably say—”
“Fool, don’t give away good things to others,” Jas Norris chid in naturally.
Kiara laughed, “Yeah, most people would think that way.”
“I don’t want to be a fool in your heart,” he said earnestly.
“…What’s so bad about being a fool? It’s certainly better than being a madman. Fox Cat, if one day you could let go of that madman and beco a fool who only makes yourself happy, strolling on the beach watching the tide co in and go out, no matter how others look at you, as long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy for you too.”
Leave…?
Jas Norris had never thought about it before, but Kiara’s words planted a seed in his heart.
“You are an independent person, you shouldn’t force yourself to do things you don’t like for anyone, and that includes , as well as that old Matt Bailey.”
Jas Norris tried to imitate Kiara and dug a hole as well. His previous logic dictated that even with sothing as nial as piling sand, there had to be a purpose, a direction in everything he did; he rarely engaged in aningless activities.
“Your existence’s purpose is to find ways to make yourself happy.”
Jas Norris looked up at Kiara, then nodded slightly, as if he began to understand.
Thomas Norris could never have imagined that what he saw as the normal behavior of “dating” was actually Mrs. Senna’s indirect way to clip his wings and brainwash his son.
At that mont, Charles Norris was watching Distant Land with a pleased expression, feeling the joy of a creator.
In his own territory, he could make anyone’s life better if he wished, he could match people up at will, and if he could revive Kiara too, he would truly be a god, with unlimited control over everything.
Such a feeling was really good.
“Boss, your coffee,” Molly Palr said as she brought over the coffee, and seeing Matt Bailey staring into the distance, she looked that way too.
From afar, the backs of Kiara and Jas Norris looked like two little dots.
Matt Bailey took the coffee with a triumphant gaze towards the distance.
“Look, I did it. She still chose the person I wanted her to choose. Previous investigations were inaccurate. Whatever strong relationship with a husband and harmonious family life, under our high-tech, emotions are just a bunch of changeable numbers. Imagine, if our injections could be mass-produced, we could totally control a Nation. Think about it, if we brainwashed the leader of that Nation, whatever we wanted him to do, he would do, and whoever we wanted to bring back to life could live.”
“Are people who are controlled with drugs and thods still considered people?” Molly Palr muttered to herself.
Matt Bailey’s rant was interrupted, and in anger, he turned around and splashed the coffee in her face, the preward beverage making Molly Palr step back in pain.
“Get back and reflect on this, and don’t let see you—wait, co back!”
Matt Bailey scrutinized Molly Palr, “Have you been in contact with your useless sister lately?”
“No.”
“Good, the less you stay with waste, the better. Stay too long and you’ll beco waste too. An elite would never say what you just said. If you want to keep your miserable life, don’t speak such bizarre nonsense, got it?”
“Yes.”
A dog… Is that all she is, just a dog?
Hatred flashed in Molly Palr’s eyes as she turned and left for her room. Here, it seed like she had everything, yet it felt as though sothing was missing−what was it…
She had pondered this question for a long ti without clarity, until a knock on the door broke her thoughts.
“Molly Palr, it’s , Kiara. Do you have ti to co out for a cup of tea?”
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