Chapter 1837


    Maisie took a deep breath and said coldly, “I don’t need it.”


    “Maisie—”


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    “I’ve got work to do. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up,” she said before Cindy could respond, then


    disconnected the call.


    However, in the quietness of thete hours that night, Maisie tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She


    recalled how, from childhood to now, Cindy’s warmth toward her felt like an act of charity, sparing only a


    tiny bit of warmth for her when neither Owen nor Nicole needed it.


    She remembered being bullied at school, with no one at home standing up for her. Her ssmates


    mocked her for being a child who was not cared for. She was met with a torrent of scolding when she


    went home and told Cindy about it. Cindy only ever med her for being troublesome.


    She also recalled the first time she got her period. She was frightened and ran to Cindy in tears.


    Instead offort, Cindy’s immediate reaction was, “Disgusting! Wash your stained clothes yourself!”


    Since then, she hadn’t confided in Cindy about anything.


    In such an environment, Maisie became timid, always trying to please everyone. When she met Daniel,


    she unconditionallyplied, cing herself in a lowly position.


    However, being gentle and submissive didn’t bring her the happiness she sought.


    As Maisie thought about it, tears streamed down her cheeks, dampening the pillow. –


    After that day, Cindy didn’t give up. Instead, she showed more concern. She called Maisie every day,


    not mentioning money but chatting about trivial household matters.


    Sometimes, she even inquired about Maisie’s rtionship with Daniel—”Is he treating you well? Is he


    serious this time? He won’t abandon you likest time, will he?”


    Each time, Maisie responded briefly and hung up.


    Yet, there was a victorious smile on Cindy’s face. She knew that Maisie’s biggest weakness was her


    soft heart and strong sentiments. If Maisie truly wanted to draw a line with her, would she still answer


    her calls?


    As long as Maisie continued to pick up the phone, it indicated that the barrier in her heart was slowly


    crumbling! –


    Maisie lived in a neighborhood with elderlydies around Cindy’s age. They gathered every day,


    discussing mundane daily affairs.


    They talked about which vegetables paired well, how to store food to prevent spoge, whose child had


    grown taller, whose daughter-inw was pregnant, whose old man had hidden extra money, whose


    housewife had been swindled into buying health supplements…


    At times, these gossiping elderlydies were irritating, but thismon, down-to-earth atmosphere


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    In Maisie’s fantasies, she envisioned having a mother like that—someone who would apany her


    through life, love her children like many mothers do, and sometimes have emotional outbursts.


    When she grew old, she imagined her mother being like those gossiping elderlydies, discussing


    neighborhood trivialities every day. Even after she got married, her mother would help her with the kids,


    Maisie took a deep breath, feeling her eyes well up with tears again. She wiped her eyes and was


    about to head upstairs when a neighbor called out to her.


    “Hey, Maisie!”


    Maisie turned around and saw her neighboring over with a beaming smile. “I’ve noticed you’ve


    been leaving early anding homete these days. Hard at work?”


    “Yeah, not too bad,” Maisie replied with a slight smile.


    The woman lived next door and was quite caring. Whenever she made soup or something delicious,


    she often sent some over to Maisie.