Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Chapter 77 Raising Like a Silkworm

Chapter 77 Raising Like a Silkworm

The following morning, Jessica left hthirty minutes earlier, carrying the breakfast prepared by the nanny,

and hurried to the hospital.

As she cautiously entered the ward, Angela woke up.

Jessica blinked her eyes and asked, “Oh, did | wake you up?”

Angela weakly smiled and explained, “No, | didn’t sleep well. Why did you cso early? | remember you

have classes in the morning.”

“I brought you breakfast. | asked my nanny to make it specially for you. It has been simmering for several hours.

It's chicken soup, very fragrant.” Jessica put down her backpack and quickly took out the lunchbox from the bag.

“Whenever | get sick, my nanny will cook this for me, and I'll feel better soon!”

As she opened the lid, the room was instantly filled with a delicious aroma, making Angela feel a bit hungry.

These past

few days, she hadn't eaten a meal and had been relying on intravenous nutrition.

“Have you eaten? Let's eat together.” Angela’s voice was still a bit hoarse.

Upon hearing this, Jessica felt extremely sorry. “I've already eaten. You eat it all. It's all for you.”

Jessica knew that Angela was injured and couldn’t move, so she carefully fed her.

“I must say, your dad is truly despicable. How can he be so cruel to you, his own daughter, right after you woke

up?” Jessica expressed indignation, “Honestly, be my dad’s daughter instead. Although my dad is uneducated,

he knows how to take care of his daughter.”

The Turner Family amassed their fortune as nouveau riche, possessing wealth but lacking in education. They

couldn't fit into high society as they looked down upon the Turner Family for their lack of educational

background.

The swas true at school, where the children of officials and the wealthy were reluctant to play with Jessica,

all because of this reason.

Angela quietly sipped her chicken soup and said with a bitter smile, “Thank goodness my isn’t here. Otherwise,

he would have beatenagain.”

dad

“What do you mean?”

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“I suggested cutting ties and removing my household registration, and that’s why | got beaten,” Angela spoke

lightly.

This experience made her realize that certain blood relationships needed to be cut off. Otherwise, they could

exploit the family nto perpetually harm her.

Jessica was shocked for a moment, then gave a thumbs up. “You're really brave, but you're

O foolish. At least wait for a twhen someone is around before doing this. The beating you received isn’t

worth it at all.”

If there were outsiders present, George wouldn't have hurt Angela so recklessly. Moreover, someone could have

extended a helping hand.

Angela lowered her eyes and sarcastically smiled. “I'm his daughter. Who has the right to him from disciplining

his own daughter?”

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“That's not necessarily true. If it were Fanny, your brothers would definitely fight to help her, afraid that she

might get hurt even once, treating her delicately.”

Angela squinted her eyes. Jessica is right. | am beaten almost to death, and my own mother and brothers just

stand by, watching coldly, without offering a word of advice. What if it is Fanny... Family ties cannot be forced.

How does my present self, trapped by that obsession, only awaken after being imprisoned to death?

“Angela, is this your classmate?” The door of the ward was pushed open a little bit, and Queenie stuck out half of

her body, asking in confusion.

“Queenie...” Angela saw that it was Queenie and moved her body, unexpectedly pulling on her wound, causing

her face to turn pale with pain.

Queenie hurriedly cin nervously and said with concern, “Don’t move. Lie down properly.”

Angela lay down and was puzzled about how Queenie knew she was in the hospital. She was afraid that Donald

and the others would worry, so she didn't tell them.

Upon realizing that it was getting late, Jessica politely greeted Queenie, bid farewell, and assured Angela that

she would return to visit her later before hurrying off to school.

After Jessica left, Angela inquired, “Queenie, how did you know | was here?”

Queenie glanced at her from head to toe, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. “Relatives from my in-laws

cand brought slocal specialties. | assumed you were living alone, so | brought sfor you. When |

went to Grandma's house, no one was there. Later, | went to school and discovered that you hadn't attended

class for a few days. Your

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“Queenie, please don't cry. | didn’t tell you because | was afraid you would worry.” Angela hurriedly comforted

her.

“What happened? Tellthe truth.” Queenie said with a serious expression, pulling up at chair and sitting down.

Upon realizing that she could no longer hide it, Angela explained everything in detail.

After listening. Queenie’s expression grew even more grave. “Angela, you've becindependent. You kept such

a significant matter hidden from us. Are you planning to sever ties with us in the future?”

Angela felt a bit lost, bowing her head and accepting the scolding. However, she also understood that Queenie

was worried about her, which was why she was so angry.

After Queenie finished scolding, Angela whispered, “Queenie, please don’t be angry. | know | was wrong. | have

already reported it to the police, and they will soon apprehend the murderer.”

Upon observing that Angela had beceven thinner and her face had grown more gaunt, as if she could be

blown away by the wind, Queenie felt a pang of sadness. “Was it your classmate who brought you food? She was

quite kind to you.”

Angela warmly smiled and introduced Jessica as her best friend at school. Queenie asked, “Where were Uncle

George and Aunt Scarlet during the days you were in the hospital? Did they know?”

Angela suppressed her smile and nodded. “They knew.”

Since they knew but didn’t even show up, Queenie tightly clenched her lips, feeling a sense of suffocation.

However, she was a junior and couldn't blGeorge for anything.

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She simply felt sorry for Angela.

After chatting for a while, Queenie had smatters to attend to at hand had to leave.

The hospital room fell silent once again.

Angela gazed out the window and admired the beautiful scenery of a clear blue sky and the faint glow of dawn.

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After having the chicken soup and breakfast, she felt warm and at ease.

Throughout the day, there were always people stationed outside Angela’s room, taking turns to keep watch over

her. They would respond immediately if there was any movement.

This day could be considered the most comfortable and peaceful day Angela had experienced in a while.

She ate until she was full and slept until she woke up, just like a content little caterpillar.

In the evening, Jonathan arrived, accompanied by Sebastian.

Sebastian carried a wooden lunch box. It was square and elegant, with the words “Laurel Hotel” inscribed on it.

It had been specially prepared from Laurel Hotel.

Sebastian smiled and placed the small table board, opening the lunch box and arranging the food on it one by

one.

“This is your favorite dessert, ‘Orange Blossoms, specially made for you. There's also mushroom soup, garlic

bread, and a few side dishes.”

Angela was weak and had been consuming light food recently.

Although the dishes were light, just looking at them made one’s appetite soar, especially when they were from

Laurel Hotel.

Since her arms couldn't move, the nurse skillfully picked up the spoon and fed her.

She ate to her heart's content, nearly finishing half of it.

After finishing the meal, Angela felt a bit embarrassed. “I ate too much. Jonathan, have you had dinner?”

Jonathan took out a wet tissue and handed it to Angela, smiling softly. “Not yet. I'll be having dinner at the

Sanders Mansion tonight with Grandpa and the others.”

Angela looked up. It was the first tshe had heard Jonathan mention Kevin.

Jonathan's tone was gentle as he added, “We'll discuss our marriage.”