Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1536 - 1508 Growth Doesn’t Necessarily Mean Separating Right from Wrong

Chapter 1536: Chapter 1508 Growth Doesn’t Necessarily Mean Separating Right from Wrong

Kiara was indeed very touched when she heard that Yena Jim had taken on a group of thugs for her sake.

Nowadays, not many people understand gratitude, and this young girl has indeed endured a level of understanding beyond her years. Kiara had quite a good impression of her.

"Kiara, I feel like my sister and I have caused you a lot of trouble..."

"Dealing with such matters is my job, so don’t worry about it. Besides, this incident also involved my brother’s interests, so helping you isn’t out of selfless devotion. Don’t carry that burden of thought."

"That’s not something you can say, no matter your motives, my sister and I have indeed received a great favor from you..."

"Silly girl, having a grateful heart can help you better face setbacks and difficulties, and that’s a good thing. However, if you turn that gratitude into pressure and carry it as a burden as you move forward, it’s not good for you or for me. If you truly want to thank me, then pass on that feeling. Don’t you really like the profession of psychologist?"

"Yes, I really like it, and I want to become a great doctor like you."

In Kiara, Yena Jim saw the grace of a renowned doctor and admired how effortlessly she handled problems.

"What kind of doctor am I?" Kiara asked with interest.

"You’re a doctor who gives patients and their families a sense of security upon seeing you, as if all big problems can be solved with you there."

Kiara had heard many compliments before, but this was the most down-to-earth and pleasing to her heart.

"Work hard, and since you like our field, you can work towards that. I don’t have anything else to give you upon this parting, so take this."

Kiara took out a small notebook from her bag, one of the notebooks she carried with her. It contained medical records and treatment methods she wrote, not many but rather more reflections on various conditions.

"This..." Yena Jim took it, flipped through a few pages, felt drawn to the content inside, and was a little apprehensive.

"Kiara, this is so precious. Is it really appropriate to give this to me?"

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. I have many such notebooks. The last one is in the hands of my apprentice, Isaac."

She encountered so many medical cases that she recorded any slight realizations. The notebook she gave Yena Jim was different from the one given to Isaac—Isaac’s was more focused on practical application, while this one was more about a doctor’s psychological journey.

Most suitable for someone with no foundation.

Previously, people had offered to buy such a notebook from Kiara for hundreds of thousands, but today she casually gave it away.

"Is it really appropriate for me..." Yena Jim held Kiara’s notebook, feeling that the gift was too precious.

"Your actions deserve this notebook. An object only realizes its true value in the hands of someone who needs it. If, after you go back and finish reading this, you are still very interested in our field, you’re welcome to strive in this direction in the future. However, what I want to say is, don’t just look at the surface glamour of a profession; you should also be aware of the hardships behind it. Psychologists have one of the highest suicide rates among professions; don’t enter this field without a strong heart and resilience."

Yena Jim nodded, but felt a bit disheartened. "Do I not meet the requirements?"

She had previously collapsed due to her sister’s issues, which had become a psychological shadow for her.

Kiara shook her head. "That’s exactly what I want to tell you. In fact, I have suffered from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder—in truth, my OCD hasn’t completely healed; it just rarely flares up now. Many psychological issues don’t go away; they are like many chronic diseases and will accompany you for eternity."

"Kiara, you too —?!" Could such a strong doctor also have her troubles?

"That’s why our profession is valuable. Although we can’t solve lifelong issues, we can manage them. Our existence is to help patients adjust to coexisting harmoniously with their ailments. Properly handled negative emotions can become a driving force in life. So, I hope you gain more motivation. Don’t carry too much burden when you’re young. Just give it your all and charge forward. When you reach a high enough position, you’ll have the ability to spread these feelings to more people."

These words were incredibly important for a junior, important enough to change someone’s life.

Twenty years later, Yena Jim became a well-known psychologist in the Domestic Region. The first person she thanked was Kiara. It was Kiara’s presence that changed her trajectory of growth, filled her with positive energy, and her life’s first trophy was the one presented to her by Kiara.

Life is a process of passing on feelings, and Yena Jim was moved to tears by Kiara.

"Kiara, does this mean I won’t be able to see you or write to you anymore?"

Kiara patted Yena Jim’s shoulder.

"Work hard, my workshop is just around here. If one day you’re good enough, my door will be open to you — of course, people’s aspirations always change. If after seeing my journey you feel that this industry isn’t for you, don’t force it. Every profession has its own value. Choose what suits you best."

"Okay!" Yena Jim clenched Kiara’s notebook firmly and nodded vigorously, grateful to Kiara.

Her aunt had caused so many troubles for Kiara, yet Kiara left a spark of warmth in her heart with the most tender way possible. In dealing with children, the decisive Mrs. Kiara always spared some kindness.

And it was this kindness that not only touched Yena Jim but also gave Flora Jim, a person of extreme selfishness, a different kind of emotion.

At that moment, Flora Jim and Arlong were walking slowly along the Road, both unaware of what to say.

Arlong had been by Flora Jim’s side as her boyfriend these past few days, his support having helped Flora Jim through her toughest times.

But now that she was well, the two walked together, unable to recapture that initial feeling. Flora Jim knew Arlong was a rather soft-hearted person; if she clung to Arlong like the last time, he wouldn’t break things off with her.

But everything was different now. Having been through a brush with death, she saw things much more clearly.

"I will book the earliest flight to leave this place," Flora Jim broke the silence.

"I’ll take you."

"No need... you’ve already given me good memories. Arlong, thank you," Flora Jim said, leaving behind tears.

Arlong felt uncomfortable seeing her cry, uncertain of what to say.

"Can you hug me one last time?" Flora Jim reached out to him, "We might never meet again, but I will always remember both you and your sister. I don’t have anything else to leave you with, so let’s just hug."

Arlong hugged her, and Flora Jim closed her eyes, smiling through the tears.

She might not be the most suitable woman for him, but she would always remember Arlong, the man with the bright smile, who gave her a second chance at life. It was the warmest goodbye, and the outcome Kiara most hoped to see.

Growth does not necessarily have to separate things into black and white, and blessings are always better than curses.