Chapter 7
Chapter 7
After returning to school, I went straight to find my mentor. In my previous life, no matter what others thought of me, my mentor always firmly believed in me. In the end, it was I who gave up.
my
I still remember that time when my mentor gently patted my hair and said, “Ryann, life is full of hardships, but staying true to yourself is the most important thing. No matter what choices you make, you must move forward happily.”
These words, no one had ever said them to me, except my mentor.
I had decided to pursue a PhD in artifact restoration. This field was extremely challenging, and few were willing to study it. The future prospects were also unclear. I often had to go to the front lines with archaeological teams, sometimes not returning home for six months to a year. My mentor, worried that I didn’t understand the difficulties, repeatedly explained the pros and cons to me. Initially, she only let me do basic restoration work with her at the museum in Phuaybert. Seeing that I could sit still and was interested, she gradually agreed to let me switch from history to this direction, which was quite common for history graduates. But how could she know that, for me, a job where I could be away for six months to a year was a dream come true?
Artifact restoration was very monotonous but also straightforward and fulfilling. It lacked the deceit and malice found in
other fields.
As my graduation from the master’s program approached, I knew everything needed to come to an end…
When I returned home this time and saw Mila, she was no longer as sharp–tongued and harsh as before. Instead, she looked at me with a strange smile. She had become extremely thin, almost unrecognizable, and seemed a bit neurotic.
My mother’s attitude towards her had completely changed as well. She no longer showed her the same warmth and care
but instead cursed at her directly, “You can’t even have a child, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and get to work!”
Mila swayed like a wandering soul, then turned and silently went to the bathroom to wash clothes.
“Ryann, you’re back? How much money have you saved for your brother? He’s been seeing a girl recently, and she wants 300,000 dollars.”
“Look…”
Listening to my mother, I turned to look at Mila, who was working, and frowned, “Mom, what are you talking about? My sister–in–law is still here. What girl is my brother seeing?”
My mother rolled her eyes, “Why bring up that bad luck? She killed my son and is still alive. Why doesn’t she just die and stop taking up space, delaying my son from finding a wife?”
I saw Mila’s hand pause for a moment while washing clothes, then she continued as if she hadn’t heard anything.
I turned my head away, saying nothing more.
Seeing this, my mother’s eyes darted around, and then she grabbed my hand with a concerned look, “Ryann, you’re at this
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age now, with a master’s degree, that’s high enough. Don’t leave again this time. I’ve found a potential match for you. They are willing to give a dowry of 500,000 dollars.”
“Look, you can give your brother 300,000 dollars to find a wife, and you’ll still have plenty left. Why do women need to be
so ambitious? Having children is the real deal.”
Ha, I thought, when did this family ever stop scheming against me? I wouldn’t be used to it if they did.
Fortunately, I came back prepared this time. In a few days, I would completely sever ties with this family.
However, looking at Mila’s current state, I couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy…
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