My Precious Family [Jenlisa]

Chapter 125: Crazy

In the life Jane lived, it wasn't an exaggeration to consider her a woman at the top of the world. Not only she was capable in every aspect of life, but she was also untouchable. No one had ever stood in her way and survived the catastrophe she was. But today, in this body, she felt powerless for the first time.     

The moment her eyes fell on Jevin, she thought of countless ways to avenge and quench her anger. However, she couldn't. Even when she knew her son got hurt, she couldn't do anything but spew a few threats.     

'At moments like this, I wish I was Jane.' Jennie lowered her head until the water in the bathtub was over her lips. She hugged her knees underneath the waters, recalling the arrogant child who hurt her son. 'If I were her, I would've done something.'    

Lies.    

Her face and body might be Jennie's, but her mind, heart, and soul were still hers. It was just that she was no longer the Jane she once knew. Of course, she was still fierce in her own way, but for the sake of her child, she couldn't mindlessly raise her hand.    

Even if she had Jevin as Jane, deep in her heart, she knew she would just let Lisa settle things. Although Lisa didn't allow anyone to talk him out of his decision, there was still this dissatisfaction in her heart.    

Was she disappointed because she couldn't hurt that mother and child just like how they hurt her son? Or was her disappointment stemmed from the fact she wanted to hurt others?    

Didn't Jane claim to have turned a new leaf?    

If she was, then why was she so dissatisfied even when she knew Lisa would deal with them?    

Her eyes lowered, gazing at her distorted reflection. 'Maybe I'm just deluding myself that I changed.'    

'I underestimated the role of being a parent,' she admitted in her heart. 'As a mother, anything I'd do can affect my son. Somehow, I understand Mom.'    

In the past, there was a time Jane would question her mother for letting others walk all over her. Aware that her mother was a fierce woman, she was disappointed whenever her mother would let things slide. She didn't understand it back then until she inherited the organization.     

Back then, she thought the understanding she came up with was the answer.     

That her mother allowed other things to slide because they weren't worthy of her attention. After all, there were other foolish people who would bravely challenge Jane, but instead of fighting back, she ignored them. But now, she had another deeper understanding.     

Her mother was like that because she was a mother. She had to, at least, set an example for her daughter. Now, Jane was also a mother and thus, she simply couldn't do what she pleased without thinking if her actions would affect Jevin.     

It was a natural instinct of a mother.     

'I hate being a role model for the good,' she recalled, thinking she had always been like that. 'Ugh... Jane, get yourself together.'    

To get rid of the thoughts swarming in the puddles of her mind, Jennie dipped her entire body in the bathtub. She held her breath for as long as she could until her brain could only think of the lack of air.    

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Meanwhile, in Jevin's room, Lisa stayed in the room after telling Jennie to calm down. Fortunately, Jennie listened as she went to take a bath, leaving him all alone to watch their son.     

"Why... did you do that?" From the armchair beside Jevin's bed, Lisa kept his eyes on Jevin's sleeping face. "She's gone. No need to pretend."    

A few seconds after Lisa spewed his remarks, Jevin's eyes slowly cracked open. He turned his head to where his father was sitting, only to see Lisa staring at him coldly.     

"Why did you let him hurt you?" repeated Lisa, not going around in circles as he wanted to hear his son's story.     

Lisa might have been busy, but he never neglected his son. He might be out for days on a business trip, but there was never a day he wouldn't hear any updates about Jevin. In other words, he knew his son very well.    

Jevin wasn't a weak child one could just bully. Even at the age of four, Jevin could defend himself from kids like Little Yun. Therefore, to see Jevin get hurt, Lisa knew there was something else in the story and not just as simple as a kid bullying another.    

Jevin slowly sat up, eyes fixed on his dad. "He stomped on the snacks my mother prepared."     

Unlike the adorable and pitiful look he showed in front of his mother, there was nothing but coldness in his eyes. At this point, Jevin looked exactly like his father. Unapologetic, cold, and intimidating.     

"He crossed the line," he added coldly. "But if I give him another nosebleed, Mom might scold me."    

Lisa figured.    

"I'm really fine." Jevin touched his slightly swollen face as if it didn't hurt. "His punches were weak, but I'm certain he'll have a fever from his injuries."    

Although there weren't any injuries seen on Little Yun's face, it was intentional. Jevin only hit the kid in spots one wouldn't see unless he was naked.     

'I knew it.' A sigh slipped past Lisa's lips. 'He let that kid hurt him to leave a bruise to get his mother's sympathy.'    

This was the very reason Lisa was concerned about his son's attitude. Jevin was cunning and quite manipulative. He was a child who knew what he was doing, and someone who understood that before entering trouble, he needed an escape plan laid out.     

"What am I going to do with you?" Lisa sighed once more, propping his knuckles against his jaw.    

'Parenting is a hundred times more challenging if you're being like this.'    

"You can withdraw your orders," Jevin suggested, blinking. "My only goal is to not make Mom angry."    

"In your attempt to not make her angry, you made her sad, worried, and guilty instead."    

Jevin pressed his lips into a thin line and lowered his head. "That's true. I should've just allowed him to punch me once."    

"That's not my point." Lisa shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.    

"Are you going to withdraw your orders?" his son asked out of plain curiosity because Lisa now knew the result of the fight was planned.     

"No."    

"Why?"    

Lisa dropped his hand from the bridge of his nose and cast his son a look. "Because that woman hurt your mother. I don't care whatever reasons she had or what compelled her to strike my wife, but what I am certain is it's not the same as your situation."    

"Jennie wouldn't pull off anything like you did," he added with certainty. "Rest for now and apologize to your mother later."    

If only Lisa knew.    

"You will not tell her?"    

"Do you want me to?" he asked and Jevin immediately shook his head. "Don't pull off something like that again. Letting yourself get hurt will only hurt her."    

"I understand that now..." Jevin heaved a sigh of relief, thinking having an alliance with his dad wasn't so bad at all.  

Little did Lisa and Jevin know, while they were busy trying to maintain the good image they had in front of Jennie, she would have preferred the truth. Surely, they would get a giant thumbs up instead.