Revenge in Rebirth

Revenge in Rebirth

Care Teuteberg

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Here's the translation of the text into English: "I mistakenly listened to my in-laws and entrusted my assets to my ungrateful nephew ahead of time. After I was in a car accident, my nephew said he had no money and left me to die without medical treatment. I was reborn and opened my eyes, discovering that I had returned to 1990, before my son was harmed by my in-laws. This time, I took all the firecrackers that my sister-in-law had bought for my son and returned them to my in-laws. That night, their home exploded, and as I watched my parents crying for money, I pointed directly at the door: 'Didn't you say that being wealthy was worthless? Then go out and beg!'"

Chapter 1

I mistakenly listened to my family's advice and entrusted my assets to my ungrateful nephew, Wesker Black.

After I got into a car accident, he claimed there was no money left and let me die due to the lack of treatment.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in 1990.

My son Bryan Reed hadn't been harmed by my family yet.

This time, I returned all the firecrackers my sister-in-law bought for Bryan to my family.

That night, my family's house exploded, and I watched my parents cry for money. I pointed directly at the door, "Didn't you say that having money doesn't make you any more useful? Well, then go for what you think is useful."

"Who cares your stupid money? If you weren't that useless, I wouldn't have sent your brother to the factory to keep an eye on your husband."

My forehead was poked hard by her.

I vaguely saw my mother's young face, showing a look of disdain and anger towards me. which almost suffocated me.

My husband Cayson Reed and I were in a car accident in the operating room, listening to Wesker, who was inheriting our billion-dollar fortune. Unexpectedly, he insisted there was no money and ceased the emergency treatment.

But now I saw my selfish mother Liz trying to scold me again.

"What year is it now?" I grabbed Liz's hand, which was about to pinch my arm.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm talking to you about your brother becoming an accountant. Why do you ask this stupid question?" I asked. She kept rambling, trying to manipulate me as she always did.

However, I couldn't hear anything because I knew I had been back to 1990.

My son hadn't been killed by firecrackers yet.

In my past life, Liz manipulated me for decades. She firmly believed that boys were more valuable than girls. Bryan died, and I couldn't have another child due to my heart condition.

I raised Wesker as my only hope and eventually gave him all my assets.

It wasn't until a few years before my death that I overheard my brother Thomas and his wife Ruby said that it was Wesker who played with firecrackers with Bryan, causing his death.

I shook off Liz's hand and ran outside.

There was a loud bang.

I heard the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the door.

"Bryan." I shouted as I rushed to the door, terrified of seeing Bryan's bloody scene again.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bryan in a bright red jacket and black shoes, holding a match.

He looked up, his chubby, fair face showing confusion. "Mom, did you call me?"

Ruby stood beside him, her eyes flickering. "Kyra, I bought some firecrackers for the kids to play with."

I saw the lit match in Bryan's hand and then looked at Wesker, who had nothing in his hands.

Rolling up my sleeves, I picked up Bryan and slapped Ruby across the face.

She screamed, covering her face, and eight-year-old Wesker rushed over, punching me in the stomach.

"You useless cunt, how dare you hit my mom? You will pay for it."

Useless cunt?

That was what my parents always called me since I was little.

Even though Cayson was one of the first in the village to become a millionaire through business, my parents still looked down on us.

They belittled and manipulated me while forcing Thomas, who was lazy and addicted to gambling, into the factory to get money without working.

"Wesker, don't hit my mom... " Bryan was so scared he hugged my stomach.

Wesker, holding a candy stick, aimed it at Bryan's face.

"You little brat, I'll kill you." Wesker said.

Seeing the stick about to scratch Bryan's face, I kicked him away.

"You useless cunt, what are you doing? Making a mess again?" Liz came out. After seeing her beloved Wesker on the ground, she screamed as she rushed over.

"How dare you hit Wesker? I'll have your father and brother beat you to death!"

Liz held Wesker, sitting on the ground, pointing at me and cursing.

I glanced at my Ruby, whose eyes were filled with malice, and sneered, "Then let them come. I want to see what the police say about Thomas embezzling from the factory."

"You know Thomas can't even do basic math. Yet he wants to be an accountant?"

"Mom, do you know why I'm angry? I'm afraid your Thomas will be tricked into jail, and Wesker will be led astray."

"How much savings does your son have? Guess how Wesker knew about the hidden savings under your bed?"

I watched Liz looking at Ruby in shock. "You poor thing, have you been using the money to support your parents?"

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