Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1049 - Chapter 1049 Chapter 1022 A Heart too Small to Contain a

Chapter 1049: Chapter 1022: A Heart too Small to Contain a Grave Chapter 1049: Chapter 1022: A Heart too Small to Contain a Grave Coming to a Hot Pot Restaurant and not ordering a hot pot, just drinking alcohol–aside from the Boss’s friends, there aren’t many people who can do that, right?

Zeke Sean had received a call from Mario Yuno, knew that Kiara was coming, and not only had he prepared the best private room in advance, but he also personally selected the drinks from his private wine cellar for Kiara and the others.

Pouring the wine to the brim, Kiara got straight to the point.

“I’ve sent Jenny Bailey overseas, you can rest assured, this Hilda Blanc will not be picked by anyone but you for the short term.”

Jojo raised his head in confusion, took a glance at Kiara, and then seemed to sigh helplessly.

“Don’t delay her anymore. I’m not even sure how many years I have left, don’t hold up her personal love life.”

He knew Mrs. Kiara’s capabilities.

If Mrs. Kiara didn’t want anyone else to approach Jenny Bailey, she had the power to keep everyone at bay, but how could he be so selfish?

“What exactly is going on?”

Jojo took a swig of alcohol. “My Father’s surgery is the day after tomorrow; it’s already late-stage.”

When people are in a bad mood, even alcohol tastes bitter.

“Has it been confirmed?”

“Mhm, it was confirmed after he electrocuted me last time. He’s being treated at our top Hospital, Mrs. Kiara, do you think I owed the Old Man Money in a past life? He made my life miserable for the first half of my life, not male nor female, and just as I finally adjusted to myself, he comes down with a terminal illness. Tell me, isn’t it frustrating?”

Jojo downed his drink in one go; Zeke Sean served him strong liquor, which he drank as if it were water.

“I can offer him end-of-life care, and the price will be based on my average visitation rate, $2000 an hour, which shouldn’t be a problem for your family to handle.”

Kiara had no desire to offer a discount for this Old Man who had delayed her friend’s life.

“Will it help?” Jojo asked Kiara, looking lost.

“Somewhat, it can help him live a few more months. With the Doctor’s treatment, maybe optimistically speaking, a few more years.”

No matter the time span, Jojo Father’s life was already on a countdown.

This was a fact that no one could change. Just thinking about his Father being turned to ashes and buried underground, with no place to vent his resentment and hatred, made him feel an inexplicable anger welling up inside him.

“Before today, I thought about solidifying my relationship with Jenny Bailey, then the two of us would go overseas to get a marriage certificate, and just live that way afterward. You know how our circle is – it’s too hard to find a partner who is just right without settling for less. It’s not easy to meet the right person, but at this very moment when I find out my Father is on the brink of death, if I settle things now and he kicks the bucket, wouldn’t Jenny Bailey and I have to live with the guilt of a grave for a lifetime? How much did I even owe him in my past life?”

At this point, Jojo couldn’t tell if he hated his Father more or hated the World more. He wanted to let go of everything, but he couldn’t let go of anything. With the countdown already started, whether or not to hate had become meaningless. He could only make sure his Father left the World without regrets, even if it meant compromising his own emotions.

One thing men despise most is being irresponsible.

He couldn’t let his Father go with lingering concerns or regrets about him, even if it meant putting on an act to comfort him in his final moments.

He couldn’t let Jenny Bailey carry the guilt of having angered his Father to death. No matter how deep the feelings, they couldn’t bear the weight of a life, even though it was the Old Man who fell ill. If the Old Man knew he hadn’t broken it off with Jenny Bailey, he’d surely die of anger.

By then, wouldn’t Jenny Bailey be heartbroken and guilty for a lifetime?

Kiara silently refilled Jojo’s glass, and he drained it once more.

Putting down the glass, his eyes were red.

“Mrs. Kiara, tell me, why is life so suffocating? Was he fair to me? He beat me when I was a child, looked down on me, caused me to be neither male nor female, and now all of a sudden, he’s about to be gone… how can a person just cease to exist like this?”

His last sentence came out with a sob.

Those who have not experienced the pain of life and death cannot imagine the agony of losing a loved one.

Especially with a sudden illness like this, it catches you off guard. A perfectly healthy person, gone in an instant–it’s hard to accept.

In Jojo’s heart, his Father was always despicable. He had mentally prepared himself to battle with the Old Man for a lifetime, to show him his happy life.

But how could this Old Man suddenly be about to disappear?

Something fell into the drink, creating ripples upon the surface.

Accepting the tissue Kiara offered, Jojo realized he was crying.

“I only have hatred for that Old Man, so why am I crying for him?”

“Who knows? Sometimes we, the professionals, can’t understand human instincts ourselves. Worrying about it will only cause you pain; just let it be.”

Kiara had handled many end-of-life care cases, but not all were for the deceased–many were for the surviving relatives.

Many people couldn’t recover for a long time after their loved ones had passed, experiencing prolonged emotional voids; Kiara was there to fill those voids.

Love and hate are nothing compared to life and death. It is at this critical point that one realizes nothing else matters.

That night, Jojo talked a lot with Kiara, and he drank a lot too. The sentence that saddened Kiara the most was something Jojo mumbled in his drunken haze.

“Life, it’s too long and too short. Sometimes I wish I could blink and decades would pass by, to be able to hold hands and stroll in the park with the person I love, perhaps gray-haired, looking back on life with no regrets. But why does time make my days drag on so? I hate that time flies so fast, preventing me from holding on to that Old Man I detest, and yet I hate how slow it is, causing me to ultimately lose the person I care for and bear all this. Mrs. Kiara, the all-capable Mrs. Kiara, please tell me, is there a way to have it both ways in the world, is there…”

“There is. You just keep being true to yourself, and when you’ve lived enough, you’ll understand. Living is simply about amusing oneself without hurting others.”

The usually heavy drinker Jojo got drunkenly incapacitated for the first time, and in the end, it was Mrs. Kiara who had someone carry him back to the Hospital.

Kiara poured herself the rest of the wine, gazing at the now-empty seat with profound eyes.

“Come out.”

There was a hidden room in this private space; the door was locked from the inside.

After Kiara spoke, the door opened, and Jenny Bailey emerged with tears streaming down her face. Mrs. Kiara and Jojo drank for nearly four hours, and she had been inside that room for all of them.

“Sit,” Kiara gestured towards the seat Jojo had just vacated.

The glasses were untouched; Jojo’s was still half-full with his leftover drink. Jenny, without a word, grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.

A person who doesn’t drink had forcibly downed it.

“Did you hear everything?”

“Yes, I heard.”

“What do you plan to do?”

“I’m going to Country E. He doesn’t want to see me now, but as long as I’m alive and he’s alive, we’ll have another day to meet.”

“Do you hope I treat his Father? You know if I get involved, the time for you two to meet might be extended.”

“Treat him. He can’t fit a grave in his heart, and neither can I. If you extend his dad’s life by a year, I’ll wait a year. If you extend it by ten years, I’ll wait ten years. If you extend it by a few decades, I…”

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