Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 350

"What do you think about crystal healing?" Snow deflected from the topic of her child and questioned me.

I'd never tried crystal healing before, and to be honest, it gave me the creeps. Plus, there was something weird about her, so I decided to pass. "I need some time to mull it over. Could you drop me your contact information? If I decide to take up the therapy, I'll holler at you."

I thought Snow wouldn't cough up her number so easily, considering Stella had once told me that loads of people were after her healing touch and getting in touch was tricky.

But, lo and behold, Snow just up and handed me a business card with nothing but her name, Snow, and her cell number.

Stella was too stunned to say anything of me.

Still, I took the card. Maybe there was something special tying me to that, Dr. Snow.

After we left the hotel, Stella couldn't help but blurt out, "What gives? I thought Snow wasn't into women. Why's she so chummy with you?"

"Do you think this is a good thing?" I shot back.

"Absolutely, it's a big deal to become pals with such a top-notch healer." Stella replied with a grin.

I fell silent for a while, occasionally glancing at the card. For some reason, I felt edgy.

And a sudden thought struck me. If Snow was as good as they said, had she figured out from the check-up that I might not be able to conceive again?

My mood took a nosedive.

"Ms. Finch, you're back." Hannah Morse greeted me upon my return.

"Where's my mom?" I asked.

"Bailey took her to the hospital for a check-up this afternoon. She just rang to say that Dr. Russel was treating her to dinner, so she won't be back for supper." Hannah lowered her voice, knowing I had a bone to pick with Russel.

My already tense mood took a turn for the worse. My mom was dead set on making Russel her son-in-law, completely ignoring my feelings.

I tossed my bag on the couch and was about to grab a drink to douse my inner fury when my phone rang. It was my mom.

She said, "The car broke down. Bailey took it to the shop. Rena, could you come fetch me?"

"Why don't you ask Russel?" I snapped.

My mom paused before responding, "Dr. Russel has work. He can't. What's gotten into you? You can't even pick me up?"

It was not that I didn't want to, but I knew my mom's game. She wanted me to pick her up so I could bump into Russel.

She then huffed, "Fine, I'll take the bus. I haven't done it in years, but I suppose I can rough it."

"Can't you just hail a cab?" I asked, exasperated.

"You don't need to worry about that." My mom's tone turned icy. I could tell she was cheesed off.

She was silent all the way home, lost in her thoughts.

When we got home, she finally sighed and said, "Rena, don't blame me. I only want you to choose someone who loves you, not someone you love. Just like Neil regretting losing you, I don't want you to regret not choosing Russel someday."

Her tone was sad, which softened my resentment a bit. I couldn't deny her good intentions.

"Mom, just take care of yourself. Once dad's back, we can live a peaceful and steady life like before. That's all I ask. Okay?" I felt unreasonably irritated. My mom's good intentions were weighing me down. Even the thought of Neil was stressing me out.

"You're my only daughter. Your happiness matters to me. When you become a mom someday, you'll understand my dilemma." My mom shook her head.

A lump formed in my throat. I almost blurted out that I couldn't have kids anymore.

But I held it in and retreated to my room. Maybe I'd changed too. I found it hard to accept my mom's transformation.

Lately, apart from some progress with FarHorizon Group and discovering a few financial hiccups on their end, everything else seemed to be going pear-shaped. I had just ironed out my differences with Neil when we hit another stalemate, and my mom was back on my case about my love life.

I was feeling knackered. When I woke up, my head was spinning, and I felt light as a feather. I was in a rotten state, and there was even a dull ache in my chest.

Having had that kind of pain in a previous life, I was on high alert, so I dashed off to the hospital for a check-up.

The doctor looked at the test results and said, "Ms. Finch, have you been under a lot of stress lately or had any severe mood swings? Women shouldn't get too worked up. It can really mess with your breasts and thyroid. And as for your breasts..."