When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 100: As Long as Mom Is Happy, She Is Willing to Give Way

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: As Long as Mom Is Happy, She Is Willing to Give Way

After touring Lindsey’s new house, the two families had lunch together and went sightseeing.

By the time they parted ways, even Mr. Coleman was very pleased with the day’s outing. The three adults had genuinely enjoyed themselves.

It was already dusk when Jenna Axton and Luna Axton returned to the Fairchild Estate.

Blaze Fairchild was at the hospital with Grandpa Fairchild that night, so Luna clung to her mother’s side. "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight."

Jenna gently pinched her daughter’s soft cheek. "Such a big girl now, yet still so clingy."

"Whenever I came back to Kensing on break, I always slept with you," Luna said, tugging her mother’s hand back and forth.

’How long had it been since she’d seen her precious girl acting so cute?’

Jenna’s eyes filled with endless love as she relented. "Alright, then. Have Mrs. Creed bring you some pajamas. Go take a shower, and then you can sleep with me."

"Okay!" Luna said happily, grabbing her phone to call Mrs. Creed.

That night, light from the streetlamps spilled through the window.

Lying under the covers, Luna took in her mother’s scent. She sniffed, letting out a contented sigh. "It’s been so long since I’ve slept with you, Mom. Your blankets are so warm, soft, and smell so good."

Seeing how happy she was, the smile on Jenna’s lips deepened.

She finished applying her lip balm and lay back down in bed.

"Alright, out with it. What did you want to talk to me about?"

Jenna had seen through her daughter’s act long ago. ’Poor thing, she must have been holding this in all day.’

"I guess I really can’t hide anything from you."

"My, you’re getting quite the sweet talker," Jenna teased, hinting at something else.

But Luna didn’t take the hint, focused only on what she wanted to know. "Mom, how did you know he was looking for you?"

Both mother and daughter knew exactly who "he" was.

After all, the only reason they’d managed to ask that little kid at the bakery for help was because Luna had claimed she was feeling a bit hypoglycemic and wanted bread, all done behind the backs of Joy Coleman’s family of three.

"Blaze called me," Jenna said bluntly.

’The time had come to face certain things.’

"What? Why didn’t he contact me?"

Jenna pulled the covers tighter and rolled over to face her daughter, who was also lying on her side. "And if he had told you, what would you have done?"

When Ms. Brooks brought the shirt in, she had urged Lindsey to hurry, mentioning that Luna seemed a bit unwell.

It wasn’t until after Blaze’s call that she realized her daughter felt unwell because she had seen her biological father.

"The moment he showed up, something was off with you."

Luna recalled her own reaction then. She had tried her best to control it, but Ms. Brooks had clearly noticed something was amiss.

"So what are you going to do, Mom?"

Jenna’s loving gaze held a hint of admiration. "Sweetheart, you’re my daughter, and I love you. I also believe that he would admire you just the same, regardless of whether you’re his daughter."

That much was clear. Luna’s internship at Concordia Medical Hall and her earning the Frosts’ approval was proof enough.

She was exceptional in her own right and was well-liked even without any blood ties to the Frost Family.

If the Frosts knew the truth about Luna’s parentage, they would only grow to like her more.

"Sweetheart, you being born was not a mistake. The fault is all mine. Because of my relationship with him... if anyone ever found out you exist, his life would be turned completely upside down. Rosalind Fairchild’s husband, Miles Jacobs, is a harsh lesson in what can happen."

Luna understood her mother. Russell Frost’s status was anything but ordinary; his reputation meant everything.

"The path he’s on is filled with too many competing interests and delicate balances—one wrong move could bring it all crashing down. I don’t want my mistake to be the thing that ruins his future."

"That’s why, sweetheart, I won’t tell him who you are."

"Sweetheart, I’m healthy now. After the Spring Festival is over, Ms. Brooks, Mr. Coleman, and I will head back to Kensing."

Hearing this, Luna felt a dull ache spread through her chest.

It wasn’t her mother’s decision to keep her identity a secret that pained her.

Her heart ached for her mother. And for the fact that they would be separated again.

This time, the separation felt different from all the others, in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Luna felt as if something between her and her mother was slipping away.

Growing up without a father figure was something she could pretend not to care about.

But now that he had appeared, she couldn’t keep her heart as still as water. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining.

She imagined things like strolling at sunset, hiking to pick wild berries, skiing, and scuba diving—like Lindsey and Mr. Coleman.

She longed for a father’s love.

But more than any of that, she cared about her mother’s feelings.

She’d seen her mother’s ferocity firsthand—how she’d brandished a kitchen knife when a male colleague came to harass her at their door. But after shutting him out, her mother had hidden under the covers to cry, only to face him at work the next day as if nothing had happened.

Her mother had always protected her under her wing. For every parent-teacher conference, her mother would dress up impeccably and inform all the other parents that she was a senior teacher at Kensing High School, inviting them to discuss their children’s academic issues with her anytime.

Between her mother’s status as a teacher and her own permanent spot at the top of the school rankings, not a single classmate ever dared to whisper a word about her not having a father.

Now she was grown, a mother herself.

The general course of her own life was set; her mother no longer needed to be strong just for her sake.

She wanted her mother to be able to follow her own heart and live a happy life.

"Mom, do you love him?" Luna asked.

Jenna closed her eyes for a long moment. "Love? What good does that do?" Her voice was heavy with endless melancholy.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was unfocused, landing nowhere.

"Mom, I want you to have peace of mind. I want you to be able to laugh without a care in the world. I want you to live for yourself, just this once. To live a good life without worrying about what other people say or how the world might judge you."

As she spoke, she gently touched her mother’s cheek.

"I don’t need a father. What I want is a happy mother."

’As long as her mother was happy, she was willing to concede. Her origins were a thing of the past; her future was hers to write.’

The moment she finished speaking, Jenna was already in tears.

Luna wasn’t doing much better, tears and snot streaming down her face.

She had been the one trying to comfort her mother, yet in the end, her mother was the one passing her a tissue.

A smile slowly spread across Jenna’s lips. "Sweetheart, I understand. I’ll think about it seriously."

Wiping away her tears, Jenna kissed her daughter’s cheek.

"Let’s get some sleep. It’s late."

Jenna had just turned off the light and settled under the covers when the room lit up again.

’Huh? Why did the night light turn on by itself?’

She turned and noticed her daughter’s phone screen was glowing.

"Who’s contacting you so late?" she asked, handing the phone to Luna. "Is it Lindsey?"

Luna unlocked her phone and stared at it. "It’s Blaze," she said, stunned.