Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

Chapter 851: Chapter 825 The Best Ending Could Not Be Better

Chapter 851 -825 The Best Ending Could Not Be Better

Jill and her mother had already walked quite a distance when Jill suddenly stopped and looked back.

In the bustling crowd of the airport, Jojo and Jenny Bailey hugged each other from afar, so far that Jill couldn’t make out their faces, but she could feel that those two seemed like friends, yet they seemed to share something more than friendship, like lovers, but still lacking something lovers have; it was so strange.

Jill held her chest, where it seemed a foreign emotion stirred, and vague images appeared in her memory.

“Jill, what’s wrong?” Jill’s mother asked anxiously, afraid her daughter might rush back, or that she had remembered something.

“I just feel that the person from just now… was very warm.” For the first time, Jill felt such a feeling towards a “stranger.”

“That’s none of our concern anymore. That must be his girlfriend, and he must be doing well.” Jill’s mother, while pulling her daughter, continued to speak as they walked. Although she felt somewhat guilty about Jojo, everyone is selfish, and she hoped Jojo could understand a mother’s heart.

“Yes, as long as he’s doing well, that’s good. I don’t know why, but knowing he’s doing well makes me feel a little warm and a bit uncomfortable at the same time…” Jill had never had such complex emotions before.

However, as she and her mother walked through another exit, those feelings were left behind. Jill and Jojo were, after all, like two parallel lines, and only in their subconscious did they both feel glad for the other’s happiness.

Kiara stood on the other side, watching this scene from afar, her angle allowing her to see the full view of both Jojo and Jill.

Mario Yuno stood beside her, holding her hand and translating Jill’s lip movements for Kiara.

“That’s good, the young lady seems to be recovering well and appears to have a normal life now.”

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Kiara nodded, thinking that Jojo and Jill’s development to this point was already very good. Although they must now forget each other in the vast world, their subconscious would still bless each other.

Mario Yuno, with a touch of sentiment, said something that left Kiara perplexed. “Daughter-in-law, I’ve realized your high fees are not at all extortionate, especially compared to the 200,000 just now. You’re practically a living Bodhisattva.”

“Ah? How did we get on this topic all of a sudden?” Kiara was confused.

“With you, they could buy health with money, but your money can’t buy their affection.”

Kiara, as a doctor, was different from other doctors.

If she were an obstetrician, when encountering someone she had delivered on the street, she would surely be greeted warmly, thanked for the delivery, and perhaps even told how old the child she delivered had now grown.

For most doctors, gratitude from their patients is a source of professional satisfaction.

However, psychotherapists are different; some of their patients, once outside, will pretend not to recognize them on the street. No one wants to admit they have had psychological disorders.

Although these people are grateful to the psychotherapists in their hearts, many, like Jill, either intentionally or unintentionally forget or choose not to acknowledge.

“I’m okay. I don’t have a showy personality. I don’t care much about others’ recognition; I take these things lightly.”

“Showy personality?”

“Yes, like some actors, some writers, and those in the literary and artistic fields are more prone to having a showy personality, especially longing for others’ approval. I once knew a well-known writer; despite her many accolades, she got depression over a few negative reviews from readers and eventually jumped off a building.”

Kiara thought of an author from her past life whom she particularly adored.

“So, what you’re saying is that these histrionic personalities just can’t take criticism at all? They can only hear praise?” Mario Yuno thought to himself, could this be what they call being thin-skinned?

“You could also understand it as histrionic personalities building their self-esteem on others’ approval. They care excessively about others’ opinions of them, fear being disliked, and are four times more likely to be women than men. This personality is especially common in the entertainment industry; only 2% of people have histrionic personalities. But aside from those who care too much about what others think, most ordinary people do care to some extent; they’re just not pathological about it.”

That’s why Jenny Bailey was in such pain—it was because she cared, cared too much.

Mario Yuno smiled wryly. She seemed carefree in her speech, but he knew she still cared; it was just not as severe as with histrionic personalities.

There’s a line in the human psyche, genius on the left, madman on the right. Caring too much becomes pathological, caring too little is callous. She was just right on that line, attempting to save those who were either geniuses or madmen.

If Kiara truly didn’t care, she wouldn’t get depressed and drink by herself after some therapies—this was after Mario Yuno improved her emotional regulation abilities.

Every time Mario Yuno stood beside Kiara, witnessing her treating and saving people, he felt a sense of mission. His existence was to make her happy, just like Jojo and Jenny Bailey—to them, others’ opinions didn’t matter; her company was enough.

When Jenny Bailey and Jojo returned, Jojo had shed his dirty clothes and had wiped himself clean with several packs of wet wipes, looking like a new person, much like an old friend of Jenny Bailey’s.

Everyone could see something had changed between the two of them after their outing, but everyone considerately did not ask.

From their initial misunderstanding and rejection to later empathizing and feeling a kindred spirit, as Kiara said, emotions change every day. Who knows, if they are not a pair now, perhaps the future might be different?

Jojo could no longer see Jill, but he wasn’t the least bit sad about it.

Over the past many years, Jojo had fantasized what it would be like to meet Jill again. He wondered how he would feel—would it be an exaggerated tearful reunion, or a silent exchange, or would Jill’s cold response upset him enough to drive him to drink alone?

Today, he was finally able to untie the knot in his heart. A casual smile and a sincere wish were enough. Knowing that she was doing well was enough to untie the knot in his heart.

Goodbye to the Jill I once loved, to the unforgettable white skirt in my memory. In the end, it drifts away from me without heartache, only acceptance.

After returning home, Mario Yuno dropped Kiara off before immediately heading back to the military. He really was too busy.

Once Jojo got back, he changed his phone and moved out of the rented house, fearing his dad would try to drag him back. Once was already enough.

Kiara slept a beauty sleep at home, waking up the next day to several missed calls on her silent phone.

There were missed calls from Professor Liu Taylor and a text from Mario Yuno.

Kiara checked the text from Mario Yuno first and smiled.

Upon opening the door, she saw the breakfast he had someone deliver, all contained in insulated barrels.

One advantage of living in the Courtyard was being able to hang anything on the door without worrying about it getting stolen. He had official duties that prevented him from coming home, and even though it was just a few minutes walk from home, he couldn’t come back.

He wasn’t there, but his thoughtfulness was.

Pouring the warm millet porridge into a bowl and accompanied by the refreshing side dishes from the military, Kiara prepared to call the Teacher back with her phone in hand.