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Season 3

Episode 64

(Hangout with friends)

"That's none of your concern," Mrs. Lin responded coldly. In fact, she didn't know what to do next. Wendy kept bombarding her with questions, which annoyed her.

When Wendy told her that Sam went back to find Autumn again, she didn't believe it. Without HKind Group's assistance, Gu Group couldn't have survived. Therefore, Wendy didn't dare offend Mrs. Lin.

"Mrs. Lin, let me know if I can be of any help," Wendy quickly changed the subject, as she noticed Jane's impatience.

Jane lost her interest in shopping at what she saw. She said farewell to Wendy and returned home directly. When Wendy arrived home, she found Yvonne lying around on the sofa, watching TV.

Yvonne was eating snacks and dressed in her pajamas with her uncombed hair.

She hadn't washed her hair for several days. "Look at yourself now. Are you still my daughter?" Wendy reprimanded angrily, looking at Yvonne who seemed to have abandoned life outside.

"What are you doing?" Yvonne cried out when Wendy turned off the television. "I have lost Charles. What else can I do now? Are you still expecting me to find a rich son-in-law for you? Stop daydreaming!" Yvonne continued with a sneer.

She walked up to Wendy and grabbed the remote control from Wendy's hand, turned the TV back on and continued to watch.

Since the news of her miscarriage had spread, Yvonne had become discouraged. She had been cooped up in the house, afraid of facing other people's scornful and judgmental eyes. Now her only amusement was watching TV, helping her forget all unpleasant things.
"Mom, just leave me alone. I am rubbish now and no one will like me. Just let me be," Yvonne said as she was downhearted. Upon hearing this, Wendy felt sorry for her daughter.

"You're my little girl. In my eyes, you are always my perfect child," Wendy said, sitting beside Yvonne. "I know that lately many things have happened and you are going through a lot. But I promise you that from now on I will help you get back everything you lost bit by bit, including Charles," Wendy assured."

"Stop making empty promises." Yvonne said bitterly. "Mom, you know what kind of person I am. Charles knows it better. Now he wants me to stay out of his life so that he can lead a happy life with Autumn."

"You have my words," Wendy reassured Yvonne confidently. "But Yvonne, you can't punish yourself like this anymore. Look at you. You didn't even comb your hair or change your clothes. If Charles came here and saw you, do you think he would like you?"

"Come on. Charles will never step into this house," Yvonne responded, continuously looking at the TV.

"He will. Trust me," Wendy said firmly. "Listen to me now. Cheer up and tidy yourself. Wherever you go, you must maintain a good image. Can you do that?"

"Mom, do you really have an idea to make Charles fall in love with me?" Yvonne asked, a bit doubtful.

"Of course, I do," Wendy replied with full confidence. "I will help you steal away everything that Autumn has."

Yvonne's eyes brightened when she heard her mother's words. She merrily ran upstairs, took a shower, and got herself dressed. As she stood in front of a dressing mirror, she gave a bright and satisfied smile.

'I am pretty. My beauty can even be equal to Autumn's. As long as mom finds a way for me to approach Charles, I can make him like me again.' she thought to herself.

"Mom, what do you think? Am I looking good?" Yvonne asked, as she saw Wendy entering her room. "Of course you are. I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world," Wendy praised her daughter, looking at her with affection.

"Yvonne," Wendy continued, taking Yvonne's hand. They walked to the bed and sat at the edge of it. "I know that you must feel bored, being stuck in the house like this. But I did this for your sake. After you had the miscarriage, I asked you to stay home for two reasons. One was to let you have good rest, and the other was to give you time to reflect on yourself.

You have a bad temper, and Charles doesn't like ill-tempered girls," Wendy advised.

"I am telling you these because I hope that you can change your attitude and turn into a more amiable girl. Look at Autumn. She always looks fragile and delicate. Men are always drawn to delicate women. Do you understand?"

Wendy explained, noticing the displeasure on Yvonne's face.

"But..." Yvonne responded with a little frown. "Fine. I got it. I will try to control my emotions more." she conceded after some consideration.

"That's my good girl," Wendy nodded. 'Although Yvonne is my daughter, she didn't inherit my excellent emotional intelligence. I have to instruct her slowly and patiently,' Wendy thought.

"There is 500, 000 in it. You can buy some clothes and make more friends. Remember to act as if nothing happened," Wendy advised, handing a bank card to Yvonne. Wendy wanted Yvonne to go out and clear the rumors about herself -- to show others that she was fine and nothing had happened.

"Do you mean... that I can go hang out with friends?" Yvonne asked doubtfully but her eyes glistened with excitement. She had been locked up at home for a long time. When she heard what Wendy said, she couldn't believe her ears.

"Yes, you can go outside now. But bear in mind and make sure that you don't lose your temper, whatever you hear from other people. If someone asks about your miscarriage, you just tell them that it wasn't true. Are you clear?" Wendy answered with a smile.

"Yes, thank you, mom!" Yvonne replied gladly with the card in her hand, kissed Wendy on the cheek and ran out of the room.

It had been a long time since she got out of the house. She went shopping first, and then called her friends. However, they all were too busy and they didn't have time.

Yvonne understood why they had refused. Even so, she couldn't force them to hang out with her.

In the evening, Yvonne didn't go straight back home. Instead, she went to a bar to relax by herself. To her surprise, the friends she had called were there too.

"What a coincidence!" Yvonne greeted with a sneer, walking up to her so-called friends. "Who told me that she didn't want to go to the bar? Who said that she was busy? Who said that she had to hang out with her boyfriend? Couldn't you choose another bar after turning me down? Why do you have to be here?"

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