Married to a Millionaire

Chapter 56

After work, Jennie went to eat with her roommates as usual.

It wasn't until after 10 pm when she climbed into bed that Jennie lied on her side and looked at the private messages Chaerin had sent.

Chaerin said a lot, a lot. Saying that she had been blaming herself all these years and had been thinking about her, confessions of regret and longing were interspersed with Chaerin's memories of Jennie's childhood. These were the parts Jennie had looked at at noon. Then about two hours later, Chaerin sent more regretful content hoping she would forgive her, including a black and white photo of Jennie when she was two or three years old.

"This is mom's phone number. Call me if you forgive me. Mom really misses you."

Jennie read every word carefully, and secretly wiped her eyes several times in between.

But in the end, Jennie still added this seemingly newly registered account to the blacklist and deleted the private messages.

She didn't understand what was the point of Chaerin saying all this now. Why didn't Chaerin think of her when she needed her mother most? Chaerin said she regretted it, but what compensation did she make? Even knowing that Dad had passed away, Chaerin didn't even think of going to pay respects.

No matter how touching the words, just thinking of Chaerin's ruthless actions, Jennie's heart slowly calmed down.

She had no memories of her mother, and now she didn't need anyone to fill the void of a mother.

In the next few days, Chaerin continued to register new accounts to send her private messages. Jennie's mood went from complicated at first to calmer and calmer. Later she simply stopped checking, out of sight, out of mind. On Friday, Lisa came to pick her up to spend the weekend at his villa. Jennie didn't say anything about it. She played with Kuma and Leo, watched movies with Lisa, and was still worn out by him as usual at night.

Life was so fulfilling that Jennie almost forgot about Chaerin sending those private messages.

Unexpectedly, when she got off work on Monday evening, a woman stopped her at the hospital gate.

It was just September, still quite bright around 5 or 6 pm. Looking at the woman's light makeup features clearly, and meeting the complicated, tearful eyes, Jennie didn't have much difficulty recognizing her identity. But Jennie didn't want to admit it, she went straight to get her bike.

"Jenjen, you recognize me, don't you?" The last time they met, her daughter was still smiling and asking her what she needed, but today her attitude was cold. Chaerin immediately guessed that her daughter had already recognized her, and followed Jennie closely while choking back her tears and pleaded softly, "Jenjen, mom misses you. Let's find a place to talk, okay?"

Jennie put her handbag in the bike basket, as if she didn't hear Chaerin speak, and pushed the bike to leave.

Chaerin could no longer hold back. She hugged Jennie tightly and cried out, "Jenjen, mom knows she was wrong. Mom is sorry to you. Please say something to mom, I'm begging you..."

The woman had a smell on her, Jennie didn't know if it was perfume or the fragrance from her skincare products on her face. Anyway, Jennie didn't like it. This physical dislike suppressed the urge to cry. Holding onto the handlebars, Jennie looked elsewhere and said, "Aren't you afraid the reporters will take photos?"

Wasn't the reason Chaerin came looking for her at the hospital before she started sophomore year because she was afraid of exposure and didn't want to recognize her?

"I'm not afraid. As long as you are willing to acknowledge me, I won't be afraid even if others scold me." Chaerin hugged her daughter tightly, crying not as hard as before, and looked up expectantly, "Jenjen, you..."