After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

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Chapter 1063 Inside the bathroom, there was still no response.

Daisy's expression darkened. She quickly pushed the door open and was greeted by the sight of Jolie sitting on the closed toilet lid. She hadn't cleaned herself up at all, still looking as disheveled as when she'd just woken up. When she noticed Daisy enter, Jolie even curved her lips into a faint, mocking smile. Her eyes sparkled with blatant defiance.

"You!" Daisy's face turned stormy at the sight.

She marched in, glaring down at Jolie. "What do you think you're doing?" Jolie met her gaze and replied calmly, "Rebelling. Can't you tell?" The words tasted bitterly ironic as they left her mouth.

She couldn't bring herself to do anything truly harmful to the Quin family, but all she could manage was small, petty acts of defiance like this-pointless provocations. It was ridiculous. Maddening.

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And deep down, she hated how powerless she was to change anything.

Daisy's gaze hardened, taking on an air of authority. "Jolie, stop acting like a child. Pull yourself together, clean up, and cout. I have questions for you." With that, she turned and walked out.

Jolie stared at Daisy's retreating figure for a moment before suddenly speaking. "Mom, do you love me?" "Of course I love you," Daisy replied immediately. "From the moment you were born, you've been the one I cherished the most. You should know how much I adore you. I even overlooked your sister for your sake." Jolie shook her head slowly. "No, you don't love me." "What did you say?" Daisy turned back, her brows furrowing.

"You don't love me," Jolie repeated, her voice steady but full of scorn.

"You love your wealthy lifestyle. You love the people who bring you power and money. You loved my father because he could run the company, but when you looked into his eyes, there was never any real affection. "And because sfortune-teller said my destiny was blessed, you doted on me, hoping to reap that so-called good luck. Then, because they claimed my sister's destiny was cursed and would bring misfortune, you avoided her completely. All these years, you've barely even looked her in the eye..." Smack! Before Jolie could finish speaking, the sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room. Her words were cut off, her head snapping to the side.

A vivid red handprint quickly surfaced on her fair cheek.

Daisy was livid, her face ashen with fury, her chest heaving as she pointed a trembling finger at Jolie. "Jolie Quin, have you lost your mind? How dare you say such things to me? You question my love for you? It seems I've been far too indulgent with you!" She stormed out in anger.

Moments later, a few housemaids entered the room and began tidying Jolie up. Like a lifeless doll, Jolie let them do as they pleased, her body limp, her spirit detached.

When they finished, Daisy returned, her expression cold. "Cback to the Quin estate with me. You'll stay there and reflect on your actions. Think long and hard about where you've gone wrong." Without waiting for a response, she turned and left.

The maids flanked Jolie, guiding her out of the apartment.

Jolie's face remained expressionless the cheee time. The handprint on her cheek was hidden under makeup, but the searing pain burned deep into her heart.

Of course.

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When authority is challenged, it erupts in rage.

When illusions are shattered, they retaliate with humiliation.

How could Daisy ever admit she was selfish? Jolie let out a bitter, mocking smile but didn't resist.

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If she rebelled any further, her m parents would strip it allaway without hesitation. She wasn't like Selena, who had both talent and luck.

Selena had found a lifelong friend, then her true love.

Jolie was beautiful and refined, but she had no soul of her own. She was nothing more than a marionette, her strings firmly in someone else's hands.

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