Cannot cry（2）

"Jane, you have to tough it out. Crying will hurt your throat and you might end up taking a lot of cough medicine, which could have side effects."

But it really hurts so much.

"Jane, you are so unlucky. Your father doesn't love you, your mother doesn't care, you lost your child, and the man you loved no longer loves you..."

She couldn't hold back her tears after all.

But she quickly stopped herself, wiped her feet, gritted her teeth, put on her high heels, and limped towards the parking lot of the field.

As she arrived, she saw John and his two friends were also getting ready to leave. They were all dressed in suits and looked confident and handsome.

She didn't want anyone to witness her disheveled appearance, so she stood still and let them go first.

After they had driven away, she walked towards her own car and only realized when she got closer that the tire of her BMW was flat. Obviously, someone had punctured it and let the air out.

She was so angry that her eyes turned red, but she managed to hold back her tears and then called someone to fix the car.

The mechanic said he couldn't make it right away and could only come after dark, so she had to search for a route on her navigation app.

The stadium is located in the suburbs, with no taxis nearby, and the closest bus stop is three kilometers away. She gritted her teeth and walked step by step, her feet aching in high heels, whether she wore them or took them off. Finally, she arrived at the bus stop.

The sun was already setting, and she gazed at the sunset glow, gradually calming down.

She was already so old, yet still being bullied with such childish tricks. She didn't know if it was Kevin or Mark Cooper who did it, but she couldn't afford to provoke either of them.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, she started coughing. She took out a spray from her bag and sprayed it into her mouth a few times. Then she sent an email to George Hayes on her phone, asking if there was any progress in the matter.

When she returned to the city, she received a simple reply from George Hayes: "No."

Her heart ached for a moment, but what could she do? She could only endure it.

When she returned home, Jack had already been picked up by the nanny. They both asked her what was wrong with her walking posture, and she couldn't bear the pain anymore, so she took off her high heels to show them.

The nanny immediately went to get the first aid kit, and Jack brought a small stool in front of her and insisted on blowing on her feet, saying that it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Feeling the care from the young and old, she burst into tears that she had been holding back all afternoon. Jack saw her crying and quickly came over to help her wipe away her tears, saying, "Mom, don't cry. Mom is strong, and you won't hurt soon."

Jane sniffed and felt that she was really useless. How could she cry in front of her child? She was simply a bad role model.

She stopped her tears, and the nanny had quickly treated her wounds. "Hey, how did you get hurt like this?"

She couldn't say, so she just smiled and said, "I accidentally fell."

The nanny looked at her and didn't quite believe her. There were obviously a lot of blisters and abrasions on her feet, which didn't look like she fell. "Mr. and Mrs. have social events tonight, so you two will have dinner together."

Jane tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong with my mom?"

The nanny didn't understand the company's affairs and just relayed what she heard: "There's a high-level party in the company, and Mr. took Song Ru with him. He only said he wouldn't be back for dinner."

A high-level party at Starlight?

Jane's eyes lit up and she rallied her spirits. "Then I'll go too."