
{"id":27562,"date":"2026-02-05T13:44:09","date_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:44:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-198\/"},"modified":"2026-02-05T13:44:09","modified_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:44:09","slug":"the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-198","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-198\/","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible Condition Novel Chapter 198"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller 198<\/h1>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 198 A Mother\u2019s Heartache\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Her figure was truly stunning. With the professionally done makeup and elegant high heels, even Claire couldn\u2019t take her eyes off her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cScarlett, you\u2019ve really got it all. Vincent truly doesn\u2019t know how lucky he is,\u201d Claire said, linking arms with Scarlett and teasing her good-naturedly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett looked at her reflection in the mirror and was momentarily stunned herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In five years of marriage, Vincent had never taken her to any banquets or formal events. She rarely dressed up so elaborately.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Daily makeup was vastly different from gala makeup. Tonight, clad in the flowing gown her hair cascading down her back, Scarlett\u2019s gentle elegance was on full display.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>By the time they arrived at the event venue, many guests had already gathered.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>with\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>There was a fashion show, a dance area, lounges for business discussions, and even a separate zone with food and games for children.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Shortly after Scarlett and Claire entered, they spotted Vincent in a tailored black tuxedo and Sabrina in a bold, striking red mini-dress. Sabrina was holding onto Vincent\u2019s arm as they headed upstairs, presumably for a business meeting.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Down in the dining area, two children were chatting nearby.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A little boy asked, \u201cIs that pretty lady in the red dress\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>your mom?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The little girl was Vanessa. They had their backs to the entrance, so they didn\u2019t see Scarlett and Claire come in.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa thought for a moment before answering truthfully, \u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The boy sounded surprised. \u201cOh, really? You must be really close.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa, eating a small cake and swinging her legs, looked up proudly. \u201cBut she\u2019s just like my mom, maybe even better than my mom.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing this, the boy, in his childish innocence, asked, \u201cThen where is your mom? I\u2019ve never seen your mom pick you up from school. Is she\u2026 Is she dead?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa paused mid-bite. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet. \u201cPretty much.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Behind them, Scarlett and Claire had heard the entire conversation.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>15:04 Sat, Jan 10\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 198 A Mother\u2019s Heartache\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>81\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing Vanessa describe her that way did hurt Scarlett, but she wasn\u2019t exactly angry.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Claire, however, was different. She couldn\u2019t hold back and called out loudly, \u201cVanessa!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa turned at the sound of her name and saw Scarlett and Claire. She guiltily averted her gaze and didn\u2019t greet them.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After Vanessa was born, Scarlett had unilaterally decided that Claire would be her godmother.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Although Claire could be a bit of a romantic, she had never been anything less than wholeheartedly devoted to Vanessa. Back when Vanessa was still close to Scarlett, she had adored Claire too.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But now, she wouldn\u2019t even address them properly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The little boy also turned to look. Seeing Vanessa remain silent, he said, \u201cVanessa, why aren\u2019t you saying hello? Teacher said we should be polite and greet people when we\u2019re out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa\u2019s face flushed with embarrassment. She jumped down from her stool, yelled at the boy, \u201cNone of your business!\u201d and then, for good measure, pinched his arm before running off.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The boy, stung by the pinch, immediately started crying loudly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Witnessing this, Claire turned to Scarlett. \u201cVanessa is acting like this. Are you really not going to do anything about it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett sighed helplessly. \u201cDo you think she\u2019d let me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Remembering how Vanessa hadn\u2019t even called Scarlett \u201cMom\u201d earlier, Claire conceded, \u201cYou\u2019re right. I guess we have to respect her choices.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Although Scarlett said she wouldn\u2019t interfere, she was still worried inside. She looked in the direction Vanessa had run off, her face filled with concern.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The daughter she gave birth to might not need to be top of her class, but she shouldn\u2019t be using foul language or be so rude. Yet Vanessa wouldn\u2019t listen to anything she said. There was no use worrying about it now.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The little boy, hurt by the pinch, was still sniffling and crying, though not loudly enough to attract much attention.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Just then, a staff member approached Claire. \u201cHello. Mr. Saxton and the others are waiting for you upstairs.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Claire acknowledged, \u201cOkay, I\u2019ll be right there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She then said to Scarlett, \u201cScarlett, I have a meeting scheduled to discuss a collaboration. I\u2019ll be\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>15:04 Sat, Jan 10\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 198 A Mother\u2019s Heartache\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>back soon. Why don\u2019t you find a seat in the main hall and grab some food in the meantime?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett nodded with a smile. \u201cGo ahead. Don\u2019t worry about me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After Claire went upstairs, Scarlett walked over to the still-sniffling little boy. She crouched down in front of him, used a tissue to gently wipe his tears, and comforted him softly, \u201cHey now, big guys don\u2019t cry, okay?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The boy\u2019s shoulders still shook slightly, but the loud sobs had stopped. He looked at Scarlett and said obediently, \u201cMiss, you\u2019re so pretty. Even prettier than the lady in the red dress earlier.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett\u2019s heart clenched slightly, but a wave of warmth spread through her at the same time.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1.1K\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>15:04 Sat, Jan 10\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer\u2019s Begs<\/p>\n<p>Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller 198 \u00a0 Chapter 198 A Mother\u2019s Heartache\u00a0 Finished\u00a0 Her figure was truly [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[81],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-impossible-condition-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27562","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27562"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27562\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}