Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 916 - Chapter 916 Chapter 890 Contradictory and Complicated Human

Chapter 916: Chapter 890: Contradictory and Complicated Human Nature (Four Updates) Chapter 916: Chapter 890: Contradictory and Complicated Human Nature (Four Updates) Kiara’s mother and Robert Johnson were the first to get up.

Robert Johnson went to open the door, and there stood a middle-aged woman seething with anger, cursing as soon as she pointed at Robert Johnson’s nose.

“I’ve had enough of you lot making such a racket, my elder’s heart is bad, and all this noise at night means she has to take her medicine!”

Her accent wasn’t local, and she spat out a string of dialect in a tirade that left Robert Johnson utterly confused.

“She said she’s had enough of our home, her elder has a bad heart, and with all the noise at night, they even have to get up for medicine,” Mario Yuno came out to translate.

Arlong’s room door also opened, and he looked wide awake like he hadn’t slept at all, “Who’s causing trouble at my home! Is it because you think we can’t stand up for ourselves?”

Before he could finish, Kiara kicked him back into his room and closed the door behind him.

“Stop causing trouble, go to sleep nicely, put on your headphones, and if you dare to stay up at night again to read comics, I’ll tear them all up!”

You would know this kid wasn’t sleeping at this time; he must be hiding under the covers with a flashlight reading comics.

He didn’t dare turn on the light, Kiara’s mother would notice.

Arlong, frightened, didn’t dare to go out again, hiding the comics under his pillow, his eyes darting around. Did his sister install cameras in his room? She knew everything!

You could avoid Mum barging in without knocking, but not sister’s godlike vision.

“Sister, you’ve got the wrong door, we don’t have kids here, just one student preparing for his College Entrance Exam,” Kiara’s mother explained.

She could tell it was the neighbor downstairs who had come up after hearing the crying.

The family that had just moved in downstairs, Kiara’s mother hadn’t had the chance to meet them yet.

“Ah! Sorry, I was just so angry! My elder woke up with a heart attack, just took her medicine, and I came up to see who was making such a racket! If it’s not your home, it must be theirs!” The middle-aged woman turned her furious face to the opposite door and started banging on it.

This astonishing explosive power and rage fully illustrated the fury of a menopausal woman when her sleep was disturbed.

There were doors opening upstairs too, with such noise in the middle of the night, no one could sleep.

The opposite door opened, with a young, exhausted man followed by a woman holding a child bawling loudly, both with dark circles under their eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? You should ask yourselves! Can you control your kid? Crying like this every day, how’s anyone supposed to sleep? My Old Lady’s got heart trouble because of your kid’s crying!”

“Keep it down, what can we do if the kid won’t stop crying? Even after pacifying him, he won’t sleep, kids just don’t understand, try to be understanding,” the young man replied.

“I can’t understand! Ever since you moved in, there’s been no peace. If you can’t handle it, move out and stop disturbing everyone’s rest!”

“You’re really something, aren’t you? We bought this house with our own money, we’ll stay if we want. If you can’t stand it, you move!” the young father replied irritably, likely fed up from the child’s noise.

Menopausal woman vs. a new father stressed from lack of sleep and irritation, a clash seemed imminent.

Neighbors from upstairs also came out to watch, not saying a word, just leaning on the banister and looking down.

It seemed an argument was about to break out when Kiara’s kind-hearted mother couldn’t watch any longer; her son was an exam student, all this commotion really could affect him, so she stepped forward trying to mediate.

“Everyone, let’s not fight, it’s late and we all need to sleep. I’ve got a child preparing for his College Entrance Exam too, can we talk this out nicely tomorrow?”

“Our child has the College Entrance Exam coming up; you should be the one to speak out. With that unfortunate one crying every day, how are others supposed to cope!” The middle-aged woman was dragging Kiara’s mother.

“Who are you calling unfortunate!” Even though he couldn’t understand the dialect, the soon-to-be father could still tell it was nothing good and retorted angrily.

“I’m talking about you!” The middle-aged woman was relentless, pointing a finger at his nose. Camden and Robert Johnson quickly stepped in to break up the fight, each pulling one person aside. Fighting in the middle of the night, what would the neighbors think for the days to come!

Meanwhile, the woman holding the child behind could only watch helplessly, her child crying even more miserably in her arms.

Kiara walked over, past the man and to the woman’s side, “Why is this child crying so intensely?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been holding and comforting him but he just keeps crying… We really don’t want to disturb everyone.” The woman said with tears in her eyes, she truly didn’t want to be a bother, but this was the state of the child.

Kiara reached out and touched the child’s forehead, startled by the heat.

“He’s got a fever!”

“He did start to get a bit warm this afternoon. I read in a parenting book that you don’t have to worry about a child’s slight fever, that children have their own immune regulation and can recover through their natural resistance.”

“What are you blabbering for, hurry and take the child to the Hospital for emergency care! Don’t let the fever damage the child.”

“Go to the Hospital…?” The young parents were a bit bewildered. Their child had always liked to cry in the middle of the night, and they had assumed it was normal since they lacked the presence of an elder and got all their parenting knowledge from books.

“This temperature isn’t normal, hurry to the Hospital.”

“But… the book…” The mother, clearly a devotee of modern parenting methods, hadn’t finished her sentence when her child suddenly started convulsing, the child’s body stiffened, began twitching, and eyes rolling back–an abnormal reaction that terrified the mother into exclaiming, and the young father also stopped arguing and quickly came over, and the quarrelsome Aunt also joined in.

Upon seeing the troubling scene, Camden immediately took out his phone and dialed 911.

“Gosh, this is a febrile convulsion! Quick, lay the child down!” The Aunt, who had been quarreling just moments ago, began instructing the young mother to lay the child flat, muttering, “Small children often convulse when they have a fever, don’t be scared! Lay him flat like this, turn his head to the side so he doesn’t choke if he vomits!”

“I, I will go look for medicine right now!” The mother was frightened stiff.

“Don’t feed him now! It’s easy for him to choke! There was a daughter-in-law in my village whose child started convulsing and nearly choked to death on the spot due to being fed. Unbutton his collar, quick, and you young lady, don’t just stand there, fetch a clean towel and some ice!”

Pointing at Kiara, she hurried into the house and found a small handkerchief, which the Aunt wrapped around the ice water bottle, “Last time a child in my village had convulsions, this is how the doctor at our Health Clinic handled it.”

Kiara quickly searched her brain for parenting information, recalling that the child’s convulsions were due to a high fever, and that the Aunt’s method of handling it was correct.

“Mum, get some cool towels for a physical cooldown, everyone, keep quiet.”

The crowd immediately sprang into action, and the upstairs neighbors who had been watching the commotion also came down to help; they didn’t dare to speak out about the fight, but everyone was willing to lend a hand when a child was in trouble.

The ambulance soon took the child away and the night returned to its peaceful state. Kiara stood by the window, watching the ambulance leave, when Camden approached.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m just thinking about the complexity and contradiction of human nature…”

Today’s events gave Kiara one prevailing feeling.

Human nature may often appear dismal, but it’s the small acts of kindness that keep hope alive.

“You should get some sleep early. I’ll go and have a chat with Arlong; he seems restless too.” Camden patted her shoulder, turning to leave, but Kiara held him back.