I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

After the talk with Lena and her story, Evelyn and the rest of the Lockwood family stayed for a while before leaving. They asked Lena to come visit them for a proper reunion and celebrate her coming back from the dead. Of course, she agreed eagerly. Now... the house again submerged into the suffocating atmosphere she brought with her since day one. Inside Jade's study, however, that invisible tension reached its breaking point. Jade walked behind his desk and lowered himself into his chair with the same calm composure he displayed during billion-dollar negotiations, yet there was still a hardness in his eyes. Connor leaned casually against one of the bookshelves with his hands tucked into his pockets, though the playful grin that usually accompanied him was nowhere to be found. Across the room, Alexander stood near the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed on the garden outside. He looked relaxed, but the tightness in

The moment Lena stepped out of Jade's study, every trace of warmth vanished from her face. The tears that had flowed so effortlessly only moments earlier disappeared as though they had never existed, replaced by a chilling calm that made the nearby servants instinctively lower their heads. She didn't spare a single glance behind her as she walked down the corridor. Each measured step echoed through the quiet hallway, carrying an icy confidence that was completely different from the fragile woman who had sat inside the study. To anyone watching closely, it was almost as though two entirely different people occupied the same body. Only after she disappeared around the corner did the suffocating silence inside the study finally break. Connor let out a long whistle before shaking his head with exaggerated disbelief. "...Well." Alexander snorted, his arms still folded across his chest. "I've seen better acting in low-budget television dramas." Connor chuckled dryly before dro

The Lockwood mansion appeared peaceful for the first time in a long time. For the first time since Lena's return, the mansion almost resembled its usual self again. The servants moved about with quiet efficiency, exchanging relieved smiles as laughter echoed from the breakfast table instead of the tense silence that had dominated the house the previous day. "Mommy, I want more pancakes!" Little Sophie raised her tiny hand enthusiastically, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement. Clara laughed softly before placing another pancake onto the little girl's plate. "Only if you finish the one you're eating first." "I will!" "You said that five minutes ago." "I mean it this time." Emily giggled. "Mommy, don't believe her. Sophie always says that." "I do not!" "You do!" "I don't!" The two sisters immediately began bickering, making Clara shake her head helplessly. She watched them with affectionate amusement, knowing neither of them was truly upset. Sophie dramatically p

One of the younger maids couldn't help but smile. "Madam..." Clara looked up from placing the last bowl on the table. "Yes?" "I've worked here for almost four years." She hesitated before continuing with a fond smile. "I never imagined I'd see the day you would personally cook almost every meal." The older servants exchanged amused glances before soft laughter spread through the kitchen. Clara rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I wasn't exactly... easy to deal with before." The maids laughed even harder. Not exactly? That was the understatement of the century. Back then, the entire mansion would descend into chaos whenever Clara wandered into the kitchen. She had nearly set the place on fire twice, somehow managed to explode a pressure cooker once, and on another occasion had mistaken salt for sugar before stubbornly insisting the chefs were the ones making a mistake. Looking back on those disasters, even Clara couldn't stop herself from laughing. "I really was t

Lena's smile froze. "Jade..." He met her eyes without hesitation. "I am married." The sentence landed harder than a slap. "You... were married to me first," Lena said sharply. "I was." Jade didn't deny. "But now, I'm married to Clara." His answer came instantly. "My wife deserves my respect." Lena bit the inside of her lip. "So touching." She forced a brittle laugh. "You've changed." Jade slowly rose to his feet. "No. I've simply learned the difference between my past... and my present." Without another word, he walked away, leaving Lena alone in the silent room. She remained seated, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that tiny crescent marks appeared across her skin. A few moments later, Clara stepped into the garden carrying a basket filled with freshly picked flowers. She planned to decorate the dining table before dinner, enjoying the peaceful afternoon as the cool breeze carried the scent of blooming roses through the air. She had barely reached the flower beds