Real Daughter's Revenge novel Chapter 16

After Grandma passed away, I fell ill.

I lay in the hospital for three days, and when I woke up, I saw Rhonda sitting by my

Her eyes were swollen and red, clearly from crying.

bedside.

“You’re awake?” she exclaimed with joy, gripping my hand. “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?”

I shook my head.

“Jessie,” she choked out, “I’m sorry, Mom came too late.”

I knew she wasn’t talking about this time.

“If… if we had found you earlier, you wouldn’t have suffered so much.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to listen.

“Jessie,” she asked cautiously, “can you call me Mom?”

I opened my eyes and looked at her expectant gaze.

“I can’t say it.”

Her tears fell.

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“I’m sorry,” I said.

“No, it’s Mom who should apologize to you,” she wiped her tears, “It’s Mom who failed to protect you.”

After being discharged, I moved out of the dorm and rented a small apartment near the school.

One bedroom and one living room, very small, but it was mine.

My family often came to visit, bringing food and daily necessities.

I didn’t refuse, but I didn’t get close either,

We interacted in this not–too–distant, not–too–close way.

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In June, during final exams, I took first place again.

Bernard invited me out for dinner to celebrate.

At the table, he said, “Mom and Dad want to throw you a celebration party.”

“No need.”

“Just family, no outsiders.”

I thought for a moment. “Whatever.”

That night, the family prepared a big table of dishes.

All were my favorites.

I had no idea when they had investigated my tastes.

Nolan raised his glass, “A toast to Jessie’s excellent grades.”

Everyone raised their glasses, and I took a symbolic sip as well.

“Jessie,” Rhonda asked tentatively, “do you have any plans for the summer?”

“Writing, making money.”

“How about… going on vacation with us?” Nolan suggested, “To the seaside, to relax.”

I shook my head. “Not going.”

The atmosphere became a bit awkward.

Bernard changed the subject, “I heard your new story went viral again?”

“It’s okay.”

“When can we read it?”

“It’s already finished, it’s online.”

He took out his phone to search, then froze.

“The Journey Home“?” he looked at me.

“Yeah.”

He silently read the synopsis, his eyes turning red.

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It’s a story about a girl searching for home.

In the end, she discovers that home is not about blood ties or a house, but a place where someone truly loves you.

At the end of August, the freshmen arrived.

I went to welcome them as a senior.

Looking at those fresh faces, I thought of myself a year ago.

Back then, I thought getting into MIT would change my fate.

Now I know that fate isn’t so easily changed.

While handing out flyers, I suddenly heard someone call me.

“Ms. Fraser!”

I turned around. It was a girl I didn’t know.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your reader!” she said excitedly. “Thirteenth Month! I’ve read all your stories!”

I was stunned. “How did you

know…”

“Someone leaked it on the school forum,” she said mysteriously, “They said you’re the real Fraser family daughter, and also a famous online writer.”

I

gave a bitter smile.

I hadn’t expected to be exposed after all.

“Senior, can we take a photo together?”

“It’s not very convenient…”

“Please! Just one!”

I agreed helplessly.

As a result, word spread quickly, and more and more people gathered around.

“It’s really Thirteenth Month!”

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“Wow, the famous writer is at our school!”

“Senior, can you sign your name?”

I was surrounded, unable to move.

At that moment, a hand reached out and grabbed me.

“Excuse me, thank you.”

It was Bernard.

He shielded me as we squeezed out of the crowd, running all the way to the parking lot.

“Thank you,” I said, panting.

“I didn’t expect you to be so popular,” he said with a smile.

“It’s just a surprise.”

“It’s not a surprise,” he said seriously, “You deserve it.”

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