NovelGoldChapter 118
In no time, she tugged over a little wagon stacked high with her toy race cars.
Yvonne sorted them out one by one and then handeda remote control. “Mom, let's race.”
| looked at her, a swirl of emotions in my chest. | just couldn't bring myself to leave her behind. She was still so
little. Whenever she flitted in front of me, I'd always space out for a moment.
“Mom, hurry up. Let's play. The loser has to do whatever the winner says,” Yvonne pleaded, pouting at me.
That actually gotinterested. “Really? The loser really has to obey?”
Yvonne nodded eagerly. “Promise. No backing out.”
That look on her face really fired up my competitive spirit.
No matter how smart Yvonne was, she was still just a kid. In my previous life, whenever we played games, I'd
always let her win on purpose, just so she could taste what victory felt like.
Then I'd shower her with praise, using encouragement as my way of teaching her.
“Mom, you're way too fast. Slow down.” Yvonne thought I'd go easy on her like | always did, but today, I just
zoomed ahead with my car, leaving her far behind.
She got so worked up that she started stomping her feet in frustration.
“Mom, let's go again. I'm definitely going to beat you this time,” Yvonne said, her stubborn streak flaring up.
“Alright, bring it on,” | replied, nodding calmly.
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In the second and third rounds, | won again. Yvonne sat on the grass with her knees tucked under her, lips
pouting, and eyes brimming with tears.
In frustration, Yvonne flung the remote control down onto the ground. “It’s not fair. You're a grown-up. Of course,
you're faster than me. This is so unfair.”
| looked at the toys she'd thrown aside and reminded her sternly, “Pick those up and put them back in the toy
room.”
“I don’t want to. Mom, you're bullying me.” Yvonne hugged her knees to her chest and buried her face, sulking.
“I'm counting to three.” By now, | didn’t believe that gentle encouragement would work on Yvonne anymore.
Maybe it was tto try stough love and see if the old ways could actually make her behave.
Yvonne looked up at me, wide-eyed and a little lost. The moment | got to two, she jumped up and scrambled to
pick up the toys, yelling, “Mom, stop counting. Can’t you see I'm cleaning up already?”
| watched as she packed up all her toys into her trailer and hauled it back to the toy room as fast as she could.
When she crunning back out, | didn’t waste a second. “You said the loser has to listen, right? Well, | want
you to pull up all those weeds over there. No dinner until you finish.”
“What? That's way too much.” Yvonne scrunched up her face. “Mom, please don’t makedo this. You're the
best mom ever. | love you so much.”
“Go on, get to work,” | said, totally unmoved by her sweet talk.
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Yvonne pouted, her eyes brimming
with tears, but she still shuffled over
to the Weeds Jooking bdek at me
eVery few steps. It was not that she
couldn't do it. She just didn't want to.
Wendy cout, glanced over, and with a big smile, praised Yvonne for her hard work. Yvonne froze for a
moment, then perked right up and started yanking out the weeds even faster.
| sat nearby, supervising her. Halfway through, Yvonne suddenly whipped out her smartwatch, pulling weeds
with one hand while calling Jared with the other.
It wasn’t long before Jared's voice cthrough. “Yvonne, what's wrong? I'm still having dinner.”
“Dad, hurry hand rescue me.
Mom's makingpull weeds fie
arden, ang shestys Sica
If done” Yvonne said, not crying,
but sounding as pitiful as could be.
| thought for sure Jared would say a few comforting words to her, and then turn around and criticize my
parenting.
But instead, Jared just chuckled
warmly on the other end, his voice
smooth as whiskey Xredlly? Well
Hyon beter listen to your mom.
Finish pulling those weeds, and she'll
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