Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1494 - 1466 Digging a Hole on the Way

Chapter 1494: Chapter 1466 Digging a Hole on the Way

James Norris looked at her with her head down in silence, thinking she was disappointed in him, so he added.

"But I can tell you everything I know."

Kiara felt even more guilt.

She had swindled so many people, but for some reason, with this one before her, she felt uncomfortable after the deceit. It was a reason Kiara would only understand later, unconnected with romance yet tied to her past life.

Mrs. Kiara composed herself and said earnestly.

"Actually, Fox Cat, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to speak."

"Don’t you really want to know?"

He had just spent so much time digging that hole, extending from a fairytale to a professional ramble, all just to set the stage for this revelation about his origin. Fox Cat was somewhat confused, why, when she was about to succeed, would she give up.

"I’m sorry." Kiara apologized seriously.

She should have realized it earlier; Fox Cat shared her profession. The tactics she planned to use were transparent to him.

"Why are you apologizing?" He didn’t understand.

"I apologize to you for my behavior just now. Fox Cat friend is sincere with me, and I take back my previous tactics. In the future, feel free to speak your mind around me or reject directly if you do not wish to; it’s okay. I hope my friends can be open and spontaneous around me without overthinking."

"I still don’t understand why you would stop asking about something you clearly want to know." To Fox Cat, this emotional circuit was a bit too long. He couldn’t grasp it.

"Because I want anything you do to be based on happiness, not out of emotional coercion, like the story of my origin. You can tell me if you want, and it’s okay if it’s inconvenient for you. It won’t affect our friendship."

"Friendship?"

"Friendship!"

This was a very subtle feeling, so subtle that Fox Cat was stunned for a whole minute.

Kiara lowered her head and continued digging in the sand, creating a large hole only to fill it back in, then digging again, repeating this seemingly meaningless but self-amusing behavior.

"Don’t you find it boring?"

"It’s okay—Fox Cat, have you ever tried living not driven by outcomes, not in a work mode?"

"What do you mean?"

"We’ve been professional doctors for too long, and inevitably, we seek efficiency and results because our time is limited. Always pursuing a quick result is fine for work but not for life."

Kiara filled in the sand pit. She thought that she must take her daughter to the seaside when she got home, to see the azure sea under the sun, moon, and stars.

"Some things may seem meaningless, but if you’re having fun, isn’t that enough? This includes your relationship with Matt Bailey. You’ve confined yourself within a parental framework, aiming for a father-son outcome, and forcing yourself to do things you dislike, but you’re unhappy in the process."

"I don’t think so."

"If you were happy, why would you burn wood for no reason? It’s expensive to buy and then burn just like that. Isn’t that a manifestation of your subconscious extreme dissatisfaction with his actions, resulting in a behavior that diverges from your consciousness?"

James Norris stiffened, turned to her seriously, "Don’t psychoanalyze me with your professional techniques."

Kiara spread her hands, "Then let me offer a friend’s perspective. If you still feel an urge to burn something next time, consider giving it to me; you’ll receive quite a few thanks."

"Oh?"

"Let’s assume, once you burn it, it’s gone to ashes. But if you give it to someone who likes it, every time they see the item, they’ll think of you and probably say—"

"Fool, don’t give away good things to others," James Norris chimed in naturally.

Kiara laughed, "Yeah, most people would think that way."

"I don’t want to be a fool in your heart," he said earnestly.

"...What’s so bad about being a fool? It’s certainly better than being a madman. Fox Cat, if one day you could let go of that madman and become a fool who only makes yourself happy, strolling on the beach watching the tide come in and go out, no matter how others look at you, as long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy for you too."

Leave...?

James Norris had never thought about it before, but Kiara’s words planted a seed in his heart.

"You are an independent person, you shouldn’t force yourself to do things you don’t like for anyone, and that includes me, as well as that old Matt Bailey."

James Norris tried to imitate Kiara and dug a hole as well. His previous logic dictated that even with something as menial as piling sand, there had to be a purpose, a direction in everything he did; he rarely engaged in meaningless activities.

"Your existence’s purpose is to find ways to make yourself happy."

James Norris looked up at Kiara, then nodded slightly, as if he began to understand.

Thomas Norris could never have imagined that what he saw as the normal behavior of "dating" was actually Mrs. Senna’s indirect way to clip his wings and brainwash his son.

At that moment, Charles Norris was watching Distant Land with a pleased expression, feeling the joy of a creator.

In his own territory, he could make anyone’s life better if he wished, he could match people up at will, and if he could revive Kiara too, he would truly be a god, with unlimited control over everything.

Such a feeling was really good.

"Boss, your coffee," Molly Palmer said as she brought over the coffee, and seeing Matt Bailey staring into the distance, she looked that way too.

From afar, the backs of Kiara and James Norris looked like two little dots.

Matt Bailey took the coffee with a triumphant gaze towards the distance.

"Look, I did it. She still chose the person I wanted her to choose. Previous investigations were inaccurate. Whatever strong relationship with a husband and harmonious family life, under our high-tech, emotions are just a bunch of changeable numbers. Imagine, if our injections could be mass-produced, we could totally control a Nation. Think about it, if we brainwashed the leader of that Nation, whatever we wanted him to do, he would do, and whoever we wanted to bring back to life could live."

"Are people who are controlled with drugs and methods still considered people?" Molly Palmer muttered to herself.

Matt Bailey’s rant was interrupted, and in anger, he turned around and splashed the coffee in her face, the prewarmed beverage making Molly Palmer step back in pain.

"Get back and reflect on this, and don’t let me see you—wait, come back!"

Matt Bailey scrutinized Molly Palmer, "Have you been in contact with your useless sister lately?"

"No."

"Good, the less you stay with waste, the better. Stay too long and you’ll become waste too. An elite would never say what you just said. If you want to keep your miserable life, don’t speak such bizarre nonsense, got it?"

"Yes."

A dog... Is that all she is, just a dog?

Hatred flashed in Molly Palmer’s eyes as she turned and left for her room. Here, it seemed like she had everything, yet it felt as though something was missing−what was it...

She had pondered this question for a long time without clarity, until a knock on the door broke her thoughts.

"Molly Palmer, it’s me, Kiara. Do you have time to come out for a cup of tea?"