Real Daughter's Revenge novel Chapter 14

Life in my hometown was very peaceful.

Every morning, I went to the market with my grandmother to buy groceries, cooked lunch at noon, spent the afternoon basking in the sun with her, and watched TV together in the evening.

There was no Lena’s acting, no entanglements with the Fraser family, and no worries at all.

Everything stayed that way until a few days before New Year, when Bernard showed up.

He stood at the gate of the yard, looking travel–worn, his suit wrinkled.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in surprise.

He was out of breath, his eyes red. “Why aren’t you coming home for New Year?”

“This is my home.”

He glanced at the shabby little yard, frowning. “A place like this…”

“I told you, this is

my home.”

“Jessica!” He sounded a bit angry. “Mom and Dad are waiting for you!”

“Let them wait.”

I turned to go inside.

He grabbed me. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

“I’m not making a scene.

I shook him off. “It’s you all who keep disturbing me.

At that moment, my grandmother came out. “Jessie, who is this?”

“Grandma,” I supported her, “he’s nobody, just someone unrelated.”

Bernard’s face looked terrible.

Grandma looked at him, then at me. “Is he Jessie’s brother? Come in and have a seat.”

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“No need,” I said.

Grandma insisted, “It’s New Year, don’t stand outside.”

Bernard followed us into the house.

Grandma poured him some water, then excused herself to cook, leaving the two of us alone.

“Who is this elderly lady?”

“The grandmother who raised me.‘

“Isn’t she your adoptive parents‘ neighbor?”

“Yes,” I looked at him, “but she’s closer to me than any of my relatives.”

He fell silent.

“Bernard,” I said, “your family has everything–power, money, status. But you never gave me the feeling of ‘home.“”

“We…”

“But here,” I looked around, “even though it’s old and simple, there are people who truly care for me, who truly love me. That’s what home is.”

He looked at me, his expression complicated.

“So, please don’t come again.”

My tone was more sincere than ever. “Let me have a peaceful New Year, okay?”

In the end, Bernard left.

Before leaving, he handed Grandma a red envelope, saying it was “a small token.”

Grandma refused to take it, but he forced it into her hand and ran off.

That night, Grandma opened the envelope. Inside was a card and a note.

The note read: This is Jessie’s living expenses, the password is her birthday. Please help keep it safe.

I didn’t know how much money was on the card.

But the next day, Grandma told me to mail the card back.

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“It’s not ours, we can’t take it,” she said.

I obediently went to the post office, but I didn’t send it back.

I wanted to use that money to support Grandma in her old age.

The reason I went back to the Fraser family before was just to put Grandma’s mind at ease-

From the very beginning, I knew I could never truly be accepted by them.

On New Year’s Eve, Grandma and I watched the New Year’s Eve special.

When the clock struck midnight, my phone vibrated wildly.

They were all New Year greetings.

Some were from roommates, some from classmates, and some from readers.

There were even messages from my biological parents and brother.

Rhonda: Jessie, Happy New Year. Mom misses you.

Nolan: Happy New Year. Dad is waiting for you to come home.

Bernard: Happy New Year.

I didn’t reply to any of them.

Grandma said beside me, “Are those from your family? Reply to them, it’s New Year.”

“They’re not my family.”

I put away my phone and served her a dish I had made myself.

“Grandma, try this.”

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