Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

Chapter 848: Chapter 822: How much longer, exactly how much longer?

Chapter 848 -822: How much longer, exactly how much longer?

“Jojo, Dad is sick, Dad doesn’t have much longer, can’t you be normal just for Dad? I was wrong in the past, come back with me. I’ll spend all of my fortune if I have to, but I’ll get you cured.”

After being conned and struck by that blow, Jojo Father no longer spoke with overwhelming arrogance, but pleaded so pathetically that he really looked quite pitiful.

The light shimmered on his white hair, and Jojo saw the wrinkles on his father’s face. For a moment, he was in a daze, but could the shadows of his childhood and the wrong turn his life had taken be forgiven just because of a few wrinkles?

“Sick? Hahaha! Are you trying to fool a ghost? I have heard one thing: good people don’t live long; mischief outlives a thousand years. With all the wrongs you’ve done, you’ve got enough to live a thousand, no, ten thousand years!”

“You!” Jojo Father clasped his chest, gasping with rage.

The man by his side hurried over to support him, “Uncle!”

“Heh, acting, keep acting? What else do you know besides these messy tricks? Is this because you can’t keep me locked up, and now that you see all my friends have come, you’re trying the soft approach since tough tactics won’t work? Too late! I tell you, Reza Shawn has resolved to live as a man this lifetime. Even if you kill me, I’d die a man!”

“You are confused!” Jojo Father was so angry he didn’t know what to say, and combined with his pale face, he genuinely looked seriously ill.

“Who caused his confusion? Gender Identity Disorder occurs in childhood. Why didn’t you get him treatment? Why did you keep instilling into him the idea that girls are inferior to boys? Haven’t you realized yet who is responsible for the Jojo of today?”

Jojo Father looked at Emma Clark, channeling the anger from Jojo’s rejection onto her, “Who do you think you are!”

“I am the Psychological Expert, Emma Clark, and I can responsibly tell you that Jojo’s current state is entirely your doing.”

“You are… a Psychological Expert?” It was hard for Jojo Father to associate Emma with such a title.

After all, she looked far too young.

“Jojo’s current situation is not about how to correct his sexual orientation and Gender Identity Disorder, but about how he can live happily in the latter half of his life. If you don’t believe me, you can ask similar cases overseas if, at this stage of Jojo’s condition, any reputable institution would dare claim they can turn him into a woman.”

“Live on?” Jojo Father couldn’t reconcile the image of an energetic and infuriating Jojo with someone seeking death.

“The Galen you see, the strength you witness, all come from him enduring incredible emotional ordeals and surviving. His laughter seems effortless, but with each one, he exhausts all his strength. He doesn’t seek others to understand his choices; he just hopes to be true to them. Besides enduring the strange looks from society, his greatest pain comes from the misunderstanding of his own family.”

“What he is doing is not right, it’s incorrect!”

“Indeed, his choices differ from most, but what’s right or wrong is not for you to decide. You, being a failed father, have no place to criticize him for not achieving what you call ‘success’. If you would read more relevant cases, you’d understand the cruelty you’ve inflicted. Everyone is born with the right to choose; even parents have no right to take it away, let alone force a child to comply with their own desires. Don’t be so self-righteous in ‘helping’ others. Your continued delusions only push him towards a dead end.”

After Emma finished, she turned and left.

Her procession confidently followed her.

Jojo didn’t even look back.

He felt not a single shred of affection for the old man, just disgust.

Only Jenny Bailey kept looking back.

She saw Jojo Father standing still, but she thought of her own mother, who had cried as she hit and cursed her.

After entering the airport and purchasing tickets, the group sat in the waiting area. The airplane was still hours from departure, and Jojo turned to chat with Jenny Bailey, only to see that at some point, Jenny Bailey had become overwhelmed with tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m thinking of my mother… Pebble, are you really not going to see your dad? I think he seems to care about you more than you think.”

“Why should I see him? To let him lock me up again, to find someone to electrocute me?” Everyone only saw the father cry, but who saw Jojo crying even more after being beaten as a child?

“He said he was sick…”

“Ha! You believe that old man’s words? He’s always spouting nonsense, never a few words of truth! Do you know how he tricked me into coming back? He just had someone tell me he was sick. I was really fooled by his evil and went to see him, and then what? Smell me!”

Jojo shoved his arm forward, his body stinking of sweat from being forced to eat boiled cabbage every day without being allowed to bathe!

“Oh…” Jenny Bailey sighed deeply, understanding Jojo’s feelings. Yet her sensitive nature made her feel sad for Jojo Father’s lonely and aged appearance.

“What did we do wrong? Why does fate treat us this way… Why can’t we be like other people, like normal people? It pains us too, I try my best to correct myself, but I can’t control my pain. How much longer, how much longer must we struggle until we can be happy, how much longer until it doesn’t have to be this hard? Why is all our effort in vain, why do we become the tumors in others’ eyes, why are our loved ones so full of misunderstanding? Why must I have such a life!”

It was Jojo who had been hurt, but it was Jenny Bailey who was lamenting.

The events in Jojo’s life seemed to become her own as she watched the whole scene. Her sensitive nature made it hard for her not to think too much, and at this moment, her emotions spiraled out of control as she covered her face and cried uncontrollably.

“I’ve provided psychological counseling for many disabled people, including some who became disabled due to sudden accidents. They also have the same confusions as you, always asking me why. Indeed, why? I don’t know either,” Emma Clark said.

Jojo patted Jenny Bailey, wanting to comfort her, but as he patted her, his own heart ached as well.

“The harsh reality often defies our wishes. Good people don’t always have safe lives; no one knows who will be the next to suffer. I’ve seen hardworking family providers laid low by natural disasters or accidents, never to rise again. I’ve also seen many innocent people suffer without any warning. I too have lost something very important. Before that, I had never hurt anyone.”

Emma Clark was speaking of the pain of losing her daughter.

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“I know this is very cruel for you, because the world has too much hurt, and no pain can truly be empathized with. It’s unfair to compare you to others. I can’t definitively say that the pressure you endure from the outside world is less than those who lose their limbs. But if those who suffer physical disabilities can live on with strength, what reason do you have to give up seeking happiness just because you are different? Jojo, do you still remember what I told you the first time we met?”