Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 912 - Chapter 912 Chapter 886 When It Rains It Pours (Thanks to

Chapter 912: Chapter 886 When It Rains, It Pours (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +51 more) Chapter 912: Chapter 886 When It Rains, It Pours (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +51 more) Jade’s wife came in, her eyes a bit red as if she had been crying.

She was outside chatting with Kiara’s mother, not sure what they talked about, but they touched on something that saddened her.

“Sister-in-law, please sit down.” Kiara’s tone was clearly warmer towards her than towards Jade.

She could tell that this sister-in-law was genuinely a fan of hers.

She also saw that this sister-in-law was at a breaking point in her life, that she must be at her wits’ end to give such a pleading look to someone she barely knew; a moment’s indifferent can sometimes strip a desperate person of their last hope, while a little help might just give someone in a hopeless situation a renewed hope.

“Kiara, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all this, after all, you are Jade’s relative, I…” This was another reason why Jade’s wife felt so hopeless.

She really had no one else to confide in, fully aware that Kiara might not be able to help her, yet she could not help but be consumed by the desire to pour her heart out.

“There are no relatives for a doctor; when you come to me and sit across from me, you are my client. If you don’t feel comfortable calling me Kiara, you can call me Isla May, and think of this place like you’re calling a radio station’s emotional counsel hotline. Don’t worry about who I am, just talk to me if you need to.”

“Ah, I really don’t know where to start…”

“You already have one child, right?”

“Yes, my daughter’s name is Emily, she’s an introverted child, she was different from other kids from birth.” Mentioning her daughter, Jade’s wife pulled out her wallet and showed Kiara the photo inside.

It was a very thin little girl, shyly looking at the camera.

“Forgive my blunt question, but her hand–”

As this topic was brought up, Jade’s wife’s eyes reddened again, and tears threatened to fall.

“My daughter was born with six fingers on her right hand, and the older she’s gotten, the more introverted she’s become, especially after starting Kindergarten. The other little friends were curious why her hand was different from theirs. She came home crying, not wanting to go to school. She was such a young child, barely talking in full sentences, but already feeling inferior.”

To other little friends, asking about Emily’s fingers might not be discrimination or anything, just a natural curiosity of children, but when everybody’s attention is on you, a child’s psyche is bound to change, fostering feelings of inferiority, causing her to become more and more introverted.

“I heard from Jade that you don’t hold her when she cries?”

“I’ve been very worried about my daughter, I’ve read many parenting books from overseas, they say if you want your child to be independent, you shouldn’t always pick her up. She already has six fingers; if she doesn’t learn to be strong, what will she do later in life?”

“She’s three years old, actual age or by the traditional counting?”

“By traditional count. We also looked at several Kindergartens before finding a private one that would accept such a small child. Her father has had a lot of complaints about me. The nursery class costs 200 yuan a month, and he thinks I should quit my job to care for our daughter at home.”

“From the age of six months to two years, there is a cycle of emotional attachment. Babies may become a bit anxious during this phase and need more love from their parents. Holding her often, fulfilling her emotional needs, can help reduce her anxiety. Not everything written in parenting books is necessarily correct.”

“Ah!” Jade’s wife was taken aback.

“Forgive my frankness, but why insist on working instead of spending more time with her? Given her current situation, she should be receiving professional psychological therapy because she has special individual needs. She’s already at an age with high emotional needs and is in an environment like Kindergarten where she is aware of being different from others, which can worsen her anxiety. If this continues, it could affect her personality as she grows up.”

After Kiara was reborn, she specially added Child Psychology to better raise her own child and was able to provide professional advice on these matters.

At the mention of this, Jade’s wife covered her face as tears flowed.

“It’s not that I’m heartless, but I want to save money for my child’s surgery! Her father doesn’t really want to do it; he says that her grandfather and uncle both have six fingers and they didn’t have surgery either but are also living just fine, completely unaffected. I know that he’s just biased because the child is a girl and doesn’t want to invest in her.”

All mothers can’t let go of their children.

Having six fingers is different from other congenital disabilities; it doesn’t affect one’s ability to care for oneself. However, these people fail to consider that the child might be subject to strange stares from others as she grows older.

Right, Kiara remembered now, her cousin who was very good at making wooden furniture indeed had six fingers; she had been curious and looked at them when she was a child.

Such curiosity might mostly stem from the strangeness of seeing someone different from oneself, perhaps not maliciously intended, but when most people look at it that way, the cumulative gaze can deliver a devastating blow to the person being stared at, leading to feelings of inferiority and depression.

“This kind of surgery isn’t expensive and it’s best to do it for the child before primary school,” Kiara supported the idea of the child having the surgery.

“That’s exactly what I think, so I set terms with her father; I said that if I work and earn money, I want to have control over it. If the father doesn’t care for the child, then I have to, even if I earn less. By being frugal it will be enough. I hope to get the surgery done before the child starts school.”

“If that’s the case, why do you still want to have a second child with him?” This part wasn’t psychological therapy; it was Kiara trying to understand the situation.

“Because of work matters, we always argue, and sometimes I think having another child might stabilize the relationship…”

“Foolish. Remember, never use having a child to salvage a relationship because the conflict has not been resolved. If you don’t solve the original conflict and then add new troubles, it becomes an even bigger conflict. Let me give you a scenario–if one day your marriage comes to an end and you have only one child, you can leave with your daughter. But if you have another one, if it ends, you can only take one and leave the other behind. What will you do then? What if the second child is also a daughter? How will you cope then? Without a mother, a daughter’s life will be miserable.”

Kiara’s words were cruel but hit the nail on the head.

The idea of having a son to save a marriage was wrong from the start.

No matter whether the child born is a son or not, you have already relegated yourself to the status of a childbearing tool. Even if you did have a son, what then?

The husband doesn’t care for the child but only shows off by putting crotchless pants on the son to boast of having a successor while enjoying himself.

And the mother?

She labors hard, raising two kids, and becomes a yellow-faced woman. If a husband lacks a sense of family responsibility and refuses to abandon the male chauvinism ingrained by straight male thinking, it can only lead to more prematurely aged women.

By then, don’t talk about love; all that’s left for the second half of life is hard work.

If the second child is a daughter, the situation will be even worse; she can only look forward to endless disparagement and mockery.

“Then what should I do? I’m at my wit’s end… I feel like a failed woman. Right after the baby was born, she would cry at night, and I couldn’t sleep all night long. At that time, I thought of dying together with the child; what hope was there in living when every night was filled with panic… Going to work was a bit better, but as soon as we talk about having a second child, I’d be conflicted again, sometimes wanting a second child, and sometimes feeling that a second child would be terrifying.”

It seems that there were also cases of postpartum depression… Kiara sighed to herself, really, when it rains, it pours.