Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 64: They taken my mother

She stood and placed the box on the dresser, her resolve hardening. This house, with its cold walls and lingering shadows of the past, was no longer her home. But she had returned, and she would not allow their words to break her.

As she stepped toward the door, the voices grew fainter, suggesting that Qin Sayou and Yu Jia had moved to another part of the house. Lixue took the opportunity to slip out of her old room and wander the hallways, each step stirring memories she had long buried.

Her feet led her to a small balcony overlooking the mansion’sgardens. The cool night air brushed against her skin, bringing a momentary sense of calm. From her peripheral point of view, she could see her father standing near the fountain, alone and deep in thought. His figure was tense, his hands clasped behind his back as though holding himself together.

Lixue hesitated before descending down the staircase and stepping outside. The gravel crunched softly beneath her heels as she approached him. The sound drew his attention, and he turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"You should be resting," he said, his voice low but steady.

Lixue stopped a few steps away, studying his face. "I couldn’t," she replied honestly. "There’s too much on my mind."

Yu Zhengwei nodded slowly, as though he understood. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken words and feelings.

Finally, Lixue spoke up.

"I didn’t expect you to say the things you did tonight," she admitted, her tone carefully measured. "You’ve never... defended me like that before."

Her father’s gaze shifted, his eyes clouded with something she couldn’t quite place.

Guilt?

Regret?

"I did what was necessary," he said after a pause. "You may not understand now, but every decision I’ve made has been for the good of this family."

Lixue’s chest tightened, but she refused to let the emotion show on her face. "For the good of the family," she echoed. "And where does that leave me?"

Yu Zhengwei’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. "You’ve always been part of this family, Lixue. That has never changed."

She laughed softly, though there was no humor in the sound. "Hasn’t it? You left me to face their scorn for years. You allowed them to treat me like an outsider."

His silence was answer enough.

Lixue turned her gaze toward the fountain, the sound of trickling water filling the space between them. "I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve by standing up for me now, Father," she said quietly. "But if it’s to soothe your conscience, I’m not sure it’s enough."

Yu Zhengwei’s expression darkened, but he didn’t respond immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, almost weary. "Perhaps you’re right. But tonight wasn’t about my conscience. It was about reminding them—and you—of who you are. You’ve spent too long letting their words define you, Lixue."

She looked at him, startled by the unexpected sincerity in his tone. For a moment, she thought she saw a glimpse of the man he might have been before the weight of the family’s expectations crushed his spirit.

But the moment passed, and his mask of stoic authority returned. "Rest, Lixue. Tomorrow will always bring its own challenges." He turned and walked back toward the house, leaving her alone in the garden.

Lixue stood there for a while longer, the cool air wrapping around her as she processed his words. She didn’t trust them—didn’t trust him—but for the first time, a small spark of hope flickered within her. Maybe, just maybe, things could change.

The weight of the evening hung heavily on her, her father’s uncharacteristic defense still playing in her mind. But she couldn’t afford to linger—not in a place so rife with malice and hostility.

She collected her coat and stepped out into the night, the cool breeze brushing against her face as she walked to the car. The estate lights faded behind Kong Junzhen drove away, the tension in her chest easing with each passing mile. Yet, despite the relative calmness the drive brought, a nagging sense of unease lingered.

Back in the mansion, she slipped off her heels and sank into the bed. Her phone buzzed with a message from her Mo Ran, it was a brief but reassuring text to check on her. She responded quickly, unwilling to burden him with the details of the dinner just yet.

As Lixue laid down quietly, another message lit up her screen. This time, it was from an unfamiliar number.

"The world isn’t as kind as you believe. Be careful whom you trust, Miss Yu."

Her brows furrowed, a chill running down her spine. Before she could contemplate the message further, she received a call from the private nurse she had hired to care for her mother.

"Miss Lixue," the nurse’s voice trembled, panic evident, "Madam Leili... she’s gone!"

The words hit her like a physical blow. "What do you mean she’s gone?" she demanded, rising to her feet.

"She... she was taken. Two men showed up claiming to be from the Yu family. They said they were here to transfer her to better care, but—but they had forged documents. By the time I realized, they were gone."

Lixue’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew without a doubt that this wasn’t her father’s doing. Her thoughts immediately turned to Yu Jia and Qin Sayou, their bitter expressions from earlier flashing in her mind.

"Did you call the police?" she asked sharply.

"I-I did, but they said the paperwork looks legitimate. I don’t know what to do, Miss Lixue. I’m so sorry."

Lixue clenched her fists, her mind racing. "I’ll handle this. Stay by your phone in case they try to contact you again."

She hung up and paced around the room, her thoughts was a whirlwind of anger and fear. Kidnapping her mother was a new low, even for Yu Jia and Qin Sayou. The two women had always resented her, but to target her mother —a woman who was ill and vulnerable—was beyond cruel.

Her mother had been her anchor, her reason for enduring years of scorn from the Yu family.

Losing her now was unthinkable.

Without hesitation, Lixue dialed her Mo Ran’s number.

"Lixue?" his voice was calm, but she could hear the concern beneath it.

"Mo Ran," she said, her voice trembling despite her efforts to stay composed, "they’ve taken my mother."