Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Jocelyn Grant?

Upon hearing the name Jocelyn Grant, Eve Warren snapped her head up, a look of delighted surprise on her face as she gazed at the person before her.

"You... You’re really my Jocelyn." She slowly raised a hand, her voice laced with disbelief. "Are you truly my daughter? But why didn’t you admit it before? Jocelyn, is there some reason you couldn’t tell me?"

The questions tumbled out, one after another.

Before Jocelyn Grant could speak, Eve Warren had already stepped forward.

She reached out and grabbed Jocelyn Grant’s hand, her expression emotional, a smile blooming on her face. "I just knew you were my daughter." She spoke, her voice pausing for a moment before catching in a sob. "Jocelyn, I’m so sorry. Mom failed to protect you."

Clinging to Jocelyn Grant’s hand, she continued, "That won’t happen again. From now on, Mom will never let you come to any harm."

She had no idea how her daughter had become the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan, the daughter of a Divine Monarch of Empyria. Still, at that moment, her heart swelled with immense pride. ’Look, this is my daughter—so beautiful, and with such incredible power!’

Jocelyn Grant, of course, couldn’t be bothered with Eve Warren’s feelings. She had always been arrogant. Her gaze swept over the hands gripping her own, and she couldn’t help but frown in disgust.

"Don’t touch me."

’I am the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan. For the common masses like her, even a single glance from me is a gift. This woman can’t possibly think that just because I called her ’Mom’ once, she’s actually my mother, can she?’

’I only chose her back then because, in the Cultivation World, her aptitude was decent enough. And since Eve Warren was carrying a stillborn child, it was a convenient identity to borrow.’

Of course, Jocelyn Grant didn’t feel she had done anything wrong.

’With my status, she should have been eternally grateful that I deigned to be her daughter. She should have raised me with care and sacrificed everything for me. But instead, she just left, abandoning me to be bullied by outsiders.’

Thinking back on all this, Jocelyn Grant felt not a shred of affection for her. ’This woman is not worthy of being my mother.’

With this thought, Jocelyn Grant coldly snatched her hand back.

With a light wave of her hand, Eve Warren, who had been standing right in front of her, was pushed back several feet. Thrown back, Eve Warren stood frozen, her face a mask of disbelief.

"How could you... Jocelyn, you pushed me."

This was her own flesh-and-blood daughter, yet the look in her daughter’s eyes held no emotion at all. It was as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

Meeting Jocelyn Grant’s eyes, Eve Warren felt a pang of hurt. ’Why would Jocelyn do this? I’m her mother. We’ve been separated for so long... shouldn’t she be crying in my arms now that we’re reunited?’

’Is Jocelyn blaming me for leaving her behind?’ The thought filled her with anguish. "Jocelyn, are you still angry with me? Is that why you won’t acknowledge me? I truly had no choice but to leave you back then. It broke my heart, too."

"Jocelyn, it’s me, your mom! What’s happened to you?"

Before she could say more, Jocelyn Grant cut her off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Silence. I don’t want to hear that ever again."

Panic-stricken, Eve Warren looked at her daughter. "Jocelyn..."

Before she could try again, Jocelyn Grant’s expression turned to ice. Her gaze fell upon Eve Warren as she said, "Fine, I might as well tell you the truth. I am the daughter of a Divine Monarch of Empyria, the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan. I came to the Lower Realm to train and advance my Cultivation. To do so, I required an identity, and I chose you. In that lifetime, we were indeed related by blood, and I did call you ’Mom’. But that is the extent of our connection. The truth is, the child you carried was stillborn. Surely you sensed it. Therefore, I am not your daughter in any true sense of the word. Regardless, the Jocelyn Grant of the past is dead. I am now the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan. You are never to call yourself my mother again."

She had descended to the Lower Realm to temper her Primordial Spirit. When her Divine Soul was annihilated in the Cultivation World, her true body back in Empyria was also grievously wounded. Not only had she failed to advance her realm, her Cultivation had actually regressed. She’d had to recuperate for a long time before she finally awoke. Only upon opening her eyes did she remember that she was the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan and that her father was a Divine Monarch of Empyria. In that instant, all she felt was profound humiliation.

’To be humiliated by mere ants... how could I not avenge such a slight?’ So, after recovering from her injuries, her first act was to seek revenge on Celeste Grant. Later, when she learned that Celeste Grant had ascended from the Lower Realm’s Cultivation World to this Immortal Domain, she followed.

Upon arriving, she was unfamiliar with this Immortal Domain and needed people to do her bidding, which was when she thought of this world’s Eve Warren. She had assumed her former "mother" might be the daughter of some Grand Cultivator Clan. She never expected the Warren Family to be just a minor clan in some remote corner of the Immortal Domain.

’Whatever. With me here, it makes no difference. At the very least, this Eve Warren was once my mother in the Lower Realm.’

Jocelyn Grant’s words hung in the air.

Eve Warren stood frozen in place.

Her mind reeled, replaying everything Jocelyn Grant had just said.

"So... you’re not my daughter?"

’Back when I was pregnant, I did sense the life fade from the child in my womb. But then it returned, and I thought it was because of the Spiritual Medicine I’d taken. So that was it... that was when my daughter stopped being my daughter.’

Jocelyn Grant shot her a cold glance. "I’m not."

Eve Warren took a step back, murmuring, "No, no... you are my daughter. You’re my Jocelyn. A mother knows her own child."

Jocelyn Grant was growing impatient, her tone sharpening. She tilted her chin up, her expression haughty. "The Jocelyn Grant in the Lower Realm’s Cultivation World—that body was indeed related to you by blood. But that Jocelyn Grant is dead. From now on, I am Vesper, daughter of the Divine Monarch of Empyria."

Eve Warren looked at the familiar face before her.

’Vesper. She’s Vesper now, not Jocelyn.’ At this realization, Eve Warren’s gaze upon Jocelyn Grant filled with pain. ’No matter what, Jocelyn will always be my daughter.’

With that thought, she said aloud, "It’s my fault... I failed to protect you."

"It’s alright, Jocelyn. It doesn’t matter if you won’t acknowledge me. Just knowing that you’re alive is enough to make me happy." She couldn’t bring herself to blame her daughter for being so heartless, so in that moment, she directed all her hatred toward Celeste Grant.

Eve Warren’s expression turned vicious, her eyes blazing with fury.

She clenched her fists and spat through gritted teeth, "Celeste Grant... It was her... She’s the one who killed my daughter! That bitch Celeste Grant is the one who hurt you! This time, I’ll make her pay with her blood!"

Jocelyn Grant was rather pleased to see that Eve Warren shared her loathing and hatred for Celeste Grant.

The thought of Celeste Grant filled her with an equal, seething hatred. Hearing the name, Jocelyn Grant’s expression turned venomous. "My very purpose in descending to this Immortal Domain is to settle these old scores."