Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 973 - Chapter 973 Chapter 946 Old Lacquer Im Not Familiar with You

Chapter 973: Chapter 946 Old Lacquer, I’m Not Familiar with You Chapter 973: Chapter 946 Old Lacquer, I’m Not Familiar with You “I was wrong…” Jojo’s father finally accepted reality; Kiara’s analogy was extremely effective at piercing his heart.

“Dr. Clark, I now realize my mistake. Can you, please tell me, how can I bring my child back to normal?” he begged.

“If you had brought 5-year-old Jojo to me, maybe I could have developed a treatment plan. But now, as he has grown, his gender identity has become fixed. He believes he is happier this way, and I won’t lie to you, I did try to correct it initially. I attempted to let him choose whether to be a man or a woman, but unfortunately, Jojo’s subconscious still believes that being a man is more joyful.”

Some harm is irreversible.

“Does this mean he has to live this way for a lifetime…” Jojo’s father covered his face, wondering why there were no pills for regret in this world.

“Why did you have a child in the first place? To support you in old age? To carry on the family line? Or, was it simply to extend a life?”

“I…” Jojo’s father was at a loss, completely stumped by what seemed like a simple question.

Yes, why indeed have children?

This question seems simple, but Kiara felt that at least thirty percent of people never quite figure it out in their lifetimes.

They see others having babies and desire one for themselves.

“You see others build a family, and you too wish to have one. You see others have children, and you too wish to bear one. After having a child, you immediately want them to become what you want them to be. But the one thing in life that you can’t control is the life itself. Regardless of whether you gave it or not, from the moment he was born a person, he possessed the absolute right to self-determination, yet you always try in vain to make him what you want.”

Countless parents do just that.

It’s just that Jojo’s father was a bit more extreme, which, combined with Jojo’s own nature, led to the current situation.

Kiara had just struggled with this issue with Edward Wheeler yesterday, and today she encountered Jojo’s father.

She had said everything she needed to; there was no point in continuing.

Kiara stood up and left 50 yuan under the cup.

“When he needed you, you didn’t give him the right to choose that he should have had. Now that he has grown up, I hope you can return that right to him. You gave him life, but his life does not belong to you.”

“I really don’t have much time left…” Jojo’s father’s faint voice came from behind Kiara.

But Kiara had already gracefully departed.

Leaving only Jojo’s father with tears streaming down his face, staring at the small red fruit on the table.

Tears blurred his vision, he couldn’t see clearly until he picked up the small red fruit and examined it closely, noticing that this fruit was different from the others.

While normal fruits are round, this one had a healed scar in the middle. It looked like it had been injured when it was just a fruit, but it still stubbornly survived. Though the scar was healed, its shape was different from the other small red fruits in the pot.

But it still stubbornly survived. If not for Kiara picking it, it would be just another member of its lush surroundings, its difference unnoticed by those who didn’t look closely.

Jojo’s father stared at the small fruit, fixated, as it so closely resembled his child.

Tears fell onto the small red fruit, one by one.

What exactly has he done in his life?

In times when he should have poured love upon him, he didn’t give his child the paternal love he deserved, yet he never ceased trying to straighten the course of Jojo’s life that had already veered off track.

He had thought that finding a top-tier psychologist like Kiara would provide a solution to the problem; yet, instead of finding a method, he was left tearful and full of regret by a few words from Kiara.

Kiara walked out, her eyes on the bustling street with the brilliant sun shining above her and the cafe as a backdrop. She curled her lips.

In the end, who is sick? Is it Jojo, or Jojo’s father, or is it the multitude in this society who shun those who are different?

But whenever she felt lost, the words Edward Wheeler had said to her yesterday echoed in her ears.

She and Jojo’s father were different.

Arlong had subconsciously accepted his sister’s arrangements, but Jojo inherently rejected his father.

With a destination in mind, one will not lose their way, so Kiara drove toward the hotel where her family’s feast was to be held, feeling calm and resolute.

The phone rang, and Kiara answered it.

“Kiara, you’re getting married tomorrow, aren’t you?”

An irritating voice came through the handset.

A twitch played at the corner of Kiara’s mouth, “Please don’t go giving people nicknames; I’m not familiar with you.”

This guy had vanished for a while, so why had he popped up again?

“Unfortunately, I’ve taken a case and can’t make it to attend your wedding in person–”

“It’s best you focus on your work!” which meant, I’m not close to you, please don’t come back!

Seeing someone as bizarre as Professor Joel always made her uncomfortable, especially after he made those remarks about her being soft-hearted, which deeply offended Kiara.

Resentful Scorpio Emma Clark had detested him for many years.

“Haha, I can’t make it back, but my gift will, wishing you a happy wedding.”

“Hehe… don’t bother spending your money.”

“What lies between us can’t be measured with money, just accept it.”

Kiara hung up decisively; there was nothing to talk about with someone whose origins were unknown and who enjoyed playing tricks and giving others random nicknames.

Thinking about how Professor Joel labeled her as soft-hearted and prone to creating problems, she found this psychiatric authority to be utterly unlikable.

She could sense that Yuzo Joel didn’t like Edward Wheeler, largely because Edward’s way of doing things was too ethical.

Edward, because of the upbringing from his father, had a very upright set of principles and particularly disliked improper methods, while Yuzo Joel, who hadn’t interacted much with Kiara, revealed himself as a ruthless character in the few encounters they had, akin to her past self, even more so ferocious.

Since their paths did not align, Kiara always felt that Edward was that beacon in her heart, someone who could stand by her side and provide help when she needed guidance.

This man was meant to be hers.

As for Yuzo Joel, who always emitted an aura of mystery, she had no interest in getting to know him better.

On the other end of the phone, Yuzo Joel maintained a completely opposite mood from Kiara, his face full of joy as he hummed a tune happily.

Aka stood beside him, having taken an overnight flight to arrive.

“Boss, you have me rush back just to deliver this thing to Mrs. Kiara?”

She pointed at the item on the ground.

“Are you allowed to bring this on the plane?”

“Of course not, have you lost your mind?”

Aka’s face was a picture of resignation, clearly expressing a sentiment of ‘are you kidding me’?

“I found a private jet belonging to one of my patients for you; he will send you there,” he explained.

“You should’ve said so earlier, I’m off to the airport now. Mrs. Kiara is getting married tomorrow, and I want to be there.”

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