Chapter 1090: Chapter 1030: Mom, If Only You Had Met Dad Sooner
The Queen Mother gently patted Gulit’s hand and said, "I’m old, I can’t protect you forever. You have to strive for yourself."
"Hmm."
"Since Kiya isn’t coming to your chamber, you should move to the chamber where Kiya is currently staying. You can’t just sit and wait; you have to be proactive to win a man’s heart," the Queen Mother advised.
The chamber where Kiya is now staying was originally the Princess Consort’s chamber, right? Gulit has lived in the Imperial Palace long enough to know that while the original Princess Consort didn’t get along with the Queen Mother, she was deeply liked by Kiya.
Kiya doesn’t like her at all. If she dares to recklessly move into the original Princess Consort’s chamber, it might anger Kiya...
Gulit lowered her head and whispered, "Queen Mother, I am pregnant now. I should focus on nurturing the fetus. Now that I have a child, I don’t ask for anything else. I just hope to give the Queen Mother a little prince, and I’ll be content."
The Queen Mother liked Gulit’s obedient and unambitious demeanor, "You are good, and Kiya will discover your goodness sooner or later."
Gulit lowered her head and smiled shyly.
...
It’s a weekend morning at the Johnson Family, and Sienna Johnson didn’t go out.
A toy missing a leg, a slightly peeled rattle drum, candy wrappers in various colors...
These were brought over this morning, and even though the person didn’t specify who sent them, as soon as Sienna Johnson saw these things, she knew who sent them.
These used to be her treasures.
On the day Noah Phillips took her from the Orphanage, she gave all her treasures to Noah Phillips and cried her heart out.
"Mom, why does this doll have no leg?"
Curly disregarded these worn-out things, picked up the doll missing a leg, and disdainfully tossed it back into the slightly rusty metal box.
Sienna Johnson looked at the legless doll, her eyes somewhat vacant, lost in thought.
"Mom, where did you pick up this junk? Hurry up and throw it away."
Sienna Johnson’s eyes reddened, watching her daughter, as tears shimmered in her eyes. The tears were too heavy, and the weight overwhelmed her eyes, causing them to roll down.
"Mom, why are you crying?" Curly was startled.
"This doll was a birthday gift from your Uncle Phillips. It was the first birthday gift I’ve ever received," Sienna Johnson explained the origins of the doll.
"Uncle Phillips is so stingy, giving you one without legs," Curly said bluntly.
Sienna Johnson picked up the doll, gently stroking its golden hair, and said hoarsely, "Because your Uncle Phillips could only afford a doll without legs."
"But Uncle Phillips looks very wealthy now."
"Your Uncle Phillips didn’t have money back then."
"So, Uncle Phillips used to be poor?"
"Yes. At that time, mom and your Uncle Phillips lived in the Orphanage. It was a private orphanage, and it was very poor."
Children nowadays have allowance; where would children in orphanage have allowance? The money for this doll was earned by Noah Phillips, who delivered newspapers early every day.
Because he was a child laborer, Noah Phillips only received a small portion of the wages.
Curly blinked, seeing her mother’s sorrowful expression, and said, "You like dolls? I have many, I can give you one. Don’t cry. It’s just a doll. What’s the big deal."
"Mom liked them as a child, but mom is an adult now, and adults don’t play with dolls."
Sienna Johnson looked at those old artifacts, remembered the past days, feeling heart-achingly sad, and closed the metal box, unwilling to look anymore.
The metal box is a mooncake box, the old-fashioned kind. When Sienna Johnson was a little child, she once visited the director’s office, and the director gave it to her. She was thrilled to see the beautiful mooncake box.
Now she has everything, she can casually buy many dolls, eat whatever she desires, but none of the fancy-packaged candies taste as sweet as those she had as a child.
"Mom, aren’t you going to throw this away?" Curly asked.
"These are mom’s treasures. Why throw them away?"
"Mom, these are all junk!"
"To you, they’re junk; to mom, they’re treasures. These small things brought mom a lot of joy before," Sienna Johnson gently stroked the metal box, reminiscing about that slightly bitter childhood.
Looking back now, though those days were poor, there were many joyful moments.
"Ah..." Curly sighed deeply.
Sienna Johnson looked at her amusedly and asked, "Why are you sighing?"
"I think mom was really pitiful when she was small. If you had met dad earlier, it would have been better. Dad has money; he wouldn’t buy you a doll without legs. He would have bought you lovely clothes and taken you to eat delicious food..."
Sienna Johnson shook her head lightly, "I was in Orienta, your dad was in Abyanabad, how could we possibly meet?"
Besides, Adrian Desmond’s temperament, he wasn’t a good character when he was young. If I had met Adrian Desmond earlier, perhaps Adrian Desmond would have bullied me.
"But you eventually met later, didn’t you?"
"Alright, hurry up and go to your tutoring class. If you don’t go soon, you’ll be late."
Curly pouted, looking unhappy, "Sigh... kids today are also pitiful. Besides going to school, we have to attend tutoring classes, the pressure is immense."
"Next year you’ll be in first grade. Count the months, if you don’t work hard, you’ll fall behind after starting first grade."
"Even if you’re good at studying, it’s useless!"
"Who says it’s useless?"
"In the future, I’ll be the boss of Eastminster Group. Those graduates from top universities will work for me regardless. Therefore, I don’t need to be excellent in academics; I just need to know how to earn money."
Curly had many flaws, Sienna Johnson frowned upon her, patiently guiding her,
"Without studying, how will you lead those top university graduates? Why should they work for you, a foolish boss? If you don’t strive hard, even the largest companies will be ruined by you."
"Mom, you’re always like this, saying this is wrong with me or that is wrong with me. Am I really your own? Could you have a bit of confidence in me?"
"Then you must show some capability to make me look at you differently... How about getting into the top ten in the midterm exams?"
"What’s the reward? Without a reward, I have no motivation."
Curly held out her hand, Sienna Johnson lightly tapped on her palm, "Studying is your own business; it’s proper to do well without needing a reward."
"When my classmates do well in exams, their parents reward them. Only you’re stingy," Curly stuck her tongue out at her mother.
"Those parents are doing it wrong."
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