Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss Chapter 1204

Chapter 1204: Chapter 1176: But It's for You, Elder (Part 4) Chapter 1204: Chapter 1176: But It's for You, Elder (Part 4) The screen finally froze on Jojo sitting in the boss chair, staring out the window with such an empty gaze; the date indicated it was filmed yesterday.

His unhappiness could be felt through the screen.

Suddenly, the screen went black.

A shock went through Jojo Father's heart. He could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality. It was as if he was reliving Jojo's growth, like the flashbacks people have before their death.

The darkened wall, as if sensing his panic, began displaying lines of text, not all at once, but one by one.

He was once she, but he was unhappy.

In the search for himself, he had been lost, he had tried hard.

He was misunderstood by the world, yet he remained full of hope that tomorrow would be better.

But the person closest to him was the very one who despised him most.

Now that his loved ones were in mortal danger, he chose to burn his own emotions in exchange for his family's well-being.

But…
The screen went black again. A second later, all the text disappeared, leaving only four words.

He was unhappy
And then, the text vanished in a dissipating, smoke-like manner.

These slides were crafted by Kiara, from the selection of photos to the timing of the text on the screen, all meticulously designed to tread on the psychological bottom line.

Jojo's dad realized he was already in tears without knowing when they had started, the house darkened again, and Kiara's voice timely rose in the excessively silent space.

“If you had to choose between Jojo being safe and Jojo being happy, which would you pick?”

“I would choose… let him be safe and happy.”

Compared to life and death, some things really aren't important anymore.

“But it's too late now, because of your stubbornness, he's already down in the well.”

“Jojo! My son!” Jojo's dad cried out in despair, “God, why did you take him away? If anyone should go, it should be me with my terminal illness!”

“Do you still want him to be a woman, to have children?”

“As long as he is alive, whatever he wants is fine; I'm sorry to him, ah!”

…
“Where's my dad?” Jojo rushed in from outside, frantic after just getting off the airplane and receiving a call from Kiara, saying his dad had fainted.

Cousin pointed towards the back room, and Jojo hurriedly rushed there. The door was closed; he tried to open it a few times without success, when suddenly he heard his father's voice, startling him.

“Jojo, Dad is sorry!”

The voice was frighteningly loud; only then did Jojo notice two external speakers placed by the door.

They were transmitting the sound from inside.

“Stop howling; you've got plenty to apologize for, but I really can't get mad at you. Hurry up and open the door,” Jojo knocked twice on the door, but his voice didn't carry inside.

Kiara had already had the house specially treated for soundproofing in advance; it had excellent insulation.

“Are you still insisting on him being a woman?” Kiara's voice also emerged.

Jojo understood, Mrs. Kiara was stirring things up!

“As long as he's still alive, nothing else matters…” Jojo's dad wept bitterly. His good child, how could his life be so short-lived.

Light began to trickle into the darkness, and the door opened. Jojo's father squinted his eyes and saw a figure standing suavely outside the door, wasn't that his very own Jojo?

“Mrs. Kiara, have you tied up my old man?” Jojo turned his head to ask.

Standing beside him, Kiara was holding a microphone, she had been controlling everything from outside.

“Would he behave if I didn't tie him up?”

Jojo's father's tears stopped abruptly. What was this situation?

Was he dreaming or what?

“Tsk tsk, this look, tied up quite well, looks a bit like the village pig slaughtering.” Jojo came over to poke the ropes that bound his father. Mrs. Kiara really was talented.

“You guys, what exactly–?” Jojo's father was completely muddled now.

“The mine did collapse, but it was someone else's mine, and Jojo was indeed down in the pits, but the one he was in didn't collapse.”

Kiara patted Jojo's shoulder, “Today's therapy is on the house, consider it a friendly gesture from me!”

Pregnant people, they really love doing public welfare, occasionally doing good deeds as if to rack up virtue for the baby.

Jojo's father had been through an enormous grief and then sudden joy. Just as he was about to be happy for a mere two seconds, anger boiled up again.

“Dr. Clark, you're deceiving people! That's not decent of you!”

“I definitely did not deceive you, I just chose to omit some facts. You could also say I tactfully arranged the truth.”

“This is despicable, all of you go! Get out, out, out, out!” Jojo's father erupted in anger.

Jojo nodded, “Let's go Mrs. Kiara, let's have a drink.”

“You come back here! Untie the ropes around me!” Jojo's father called after Jojo.

Jojo gave him a glance, “I think the way you're tied up is quite pleasing to the eye, you keep this look.”

Having said that, he left with Kiara, while Jojo's father screamed in frustration. His calls didn't bring Jojo back but brought his cousin over instead.

The cousin untied Jojo's father, who was still jumping up and down in rage, “Why are you joining in on their madness too!”

“Uncle, Jojo didn't know anything about this. It was all Dr. Clark and my idea.”

“I'll give you 'an idea'! How could you join that little Girl's madness, too!” When he thought about his tear-streaked crying just moments ago, he felt so ashamed!

“Uncle, if it makes you happy, you can hit me.”

“A bunch of foolish youngsters! Tell me, why are you helping Emma Clark? Do you also think I haven't been nice to Jojo and want to take your anger out on me? Or think I'm about to die and in a hurry to ingratiate yourself with Jojo?”

The cousin said helplessly, “Uncle, what are you talking about? I did this not really for Jojo, I was truly thinking of your well-being.”

“Speak!”

The boy had always followed him and was like a son to Jojo's father, who now wanted to know how he had ended up so alienated in his old age.

“Jojo's genuinely unhappy. I've watched him for the past few months, barely eating, just burying himself in work. The day before yesterday, he went to the hospital for an IV because of his gastric problems. He shouldn't be so driven … I'm afraid Jojo will turn out like you, bustling about until old age, with lots of money but unhappy, and in the end, you would be the most heartbroken.”

“By then I'll be dead, and I won't have to worry about that little bunny's troubles!” Jojo's father said irritably.

The cousin dared not speak anymore.

Jojo's father looked at the empty wall he had been staring at, remembering the photo Kiara had put up and sighed.

“Ah, everyone talks about carrying on the family lineage, but as Dr. Clark said, once you die, you'll realize everything is emptiness. We alive believe in the soul, reincarnation, karma, but truly, until the day you die, nobody knows if any of this stuff really exists. Do you think there are ghosts in this world?”

“Umm, maybe?”

Jojo's father shook his head, “All that is nonsense. If there were really ghosts, with our thousands of years of history and so many ancestral spirits, why would they just watch when those little devils bullied us? If an ancestor had just revealed themselves, the underpants alone would kill a swath of them, so why would we need to endure such a tough war? In our old home, we observe ancestral rituals, and just the process alone could exhaust someone to death. But as times change, who can ensure that their descendants will always be prosperous? 'Swallows once graced the mansions of the gentry; now they flit around the dwellings of the common folk,' this one line already explains everything. Wealth doesn't last more than three generations!”

Chapter end

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