The Ghost Mother's Mission Chapter 1

Six years after breaking up with Julian Thorne, I died from an illness caused by overworking, leaving behind our five-year-old daughter.

Julian, devastated, handled my funeral.

He raised our daughter with spoiling love and care.

But our daughter always resented him for my death and even ran away from home with a gold-digger boyfriend.

The System had no choice but to recall me.

"Every time she causes trouble, she uses you, her dead mother, as a shield."

"Hurry back and set her straight."

"Your stay is limited, so hurry up."

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The living room was a mess.

Porcelain shards littered the floor, and tea stains spread across the carpet.

The girl in the center was still looking for things to smash.

Julian stood in the entryway.

His back slightly bent, eyelids lowered, taking a deep breath.

"Are you done venting?"

He said.

"Put on your shoes, don't cut your feet. I'll have someone clean up."

The girl's face visibly flushed red again.

"I don't need you to care! What right do you have to manage me!"

"Because I am your biological father."

"You didn't even marry my mom, who recognizes you?"

"...That guy is no good. He can't give you a good life."

"Hilarious. You were bankrupt when you were with my mom. Now you look down on others?"

"I just didn't have money back then, not lack of ability."

"Right, you're capable. Did she enjoy a day of blessing from you?"

Silence fell.

Julian's Adam's apple bobbed several times.

Head lowered, he adjusted his cuffs helplessly.

The girl stepped over the shards and ran upstairs.

Stopped at the turn of the stairs.

Maliciously, she spoke again.

"My mom broke up with you even when she was pregnant. How good could you be?"

Julian raised his bloodshot eyes.

"I didn't know she was pregnant with you!"

"If you knew, you wouldn't have borrowed money to invest?"

She enunciated every word.

"Stop pretending to be affectionate."

The servants were silent as cicadas in winter.

Julian walked to the center of the living room and sat on the sofa.

Arms resting on his knees, looking around at the mess.

Bullet comments flashed before my eyes.

[Bringing up the past as soon as they argue, Julian really has no moves left.]

[Lily knows exactly where to stab to hurt the most.]

[With this mental state, I feel she has a psychological disorder.]

[Normal. Julian was almost breaking down when he collected the heroine's body. Lily was only five then, watching her own mom vomit blood and die, definitely traumatized.]

[Where's the heroine? Didn't they say she's resurrected? Why haven't I seen anyone?]

[Heard she's still a ghost.]

[Reshaping the body takes time, just wait.]

So much happened in these eleven years.

A massive amount of information impacted my mind.

I recalled the girl just now in disbelief.

Silver hair, tube top, low-rise cargo pants.

Obvious lip piercing, and seemed to have a tattoo on her waist.

Sixteen years old?

My daughter?

Lily Thorne, you really need a slap in the face.

The System ran back and forth in my mind.

"She just got caught running away from home with a gold-digger boyfriend."

"Luckily she wasn't tricked into pregnancy."

"If she got pregnant, this NPC would completely collapse. My points would be deducted to zero!"

"Think of a way to straighten her out. My year-end bonus depends on you!"

Making it hard for a ghost?

I didn't say a word.

Floated to Julian's side and sat down.

Sixteen or seventeen years have passed since we broke up.

You're old.

I said in my heart.

Didn't expect you to still be so handsome in your forties.

Indeed, an old Ferrari is still a Ferrari.

Julian pressed his brow.

Took out his wallet and pulled a photo halfway out.

...

I was slightly stunned.

It was a two-inch ID photo with a blue background.

Used for submitting resumes after graduation.

Wearing a suit from the photo shop.

Smile stiff, photoshopped deadly white.

Consciousness dissipated for too long; I almost forgot what I looked like when I was young.

I thought it was ugly and should have disposed of the unused ones.

Don't know where this one came from.

Over the years, the photo had blurred a lot.

Only the eyebrows and mouth were still somewhat clear.

Julian touched the face in my photo.

The phone suddenly popped up a call.

He slowly put away the wallet and calmly started talking about business.

I floated up and circled him a few times.

Things in the past had their difficulties.

He wasn't wrong, and neither was I.

I stopped blaming him long ago.