“What on earth are you so busy with all the time? She’s from out of town, and you, as a relative, can’t even take care of her properly? You’re not married off yet, but you’re already acting like you don’t care about your family! No wonder you’re nothing compared to your brother!” my mom snapped.
Her words chilled me to the bone.
From a young age, I knew my parents favored my brother. Everything in the house belonged to him, and I didn’t even have my own room – I slept in the living room.
I was frustrated and did my best to be a dutiful daughter, hoping to earn their love.
But they always preferred my brother. In my previous life, they didn’t even seek justice for my murder, choosing instead to use the settlement money to buy my brother a house.
Over time, my heart grew cold. Now, in this new life, I let go of any desire for their affection.
“Okay, Mom. I get it,” I said as I put down my teacup.
Teresa gave a shy smile. “Mrs. Hardy, no need to be so serious! We’re all family. I’ll just hang out with Amy occasionally – I won’t bother her work.”
3
“Please, don’t be so polite! That girl should be happy to keep you company. After all, you’ll be her aunt soon,” my mom said, patting Teresa’s hand and exchanging a few pleasantries with her.
After we finished eating, the family gathering came to an end. Teresa approached me suddenly. “I feel like Dylan is hiding something from me. Do you know what it is, Amy?”
In my past life, this was the moment when she came to me for answers after dinner. Back then, I felt sorry for her and told her the truth, begging her not to reveal that I had spilled the beans. I urged her to think carefully before marrying him.
This time, I played dumb.
“Why don’t you ask my uncle directly? I just got home from work, so I don’t really know much about what’s going on with their family.”
Teresa frowned at my response. “I’ve asked other people, but no one will tell me. Amy, you’re the only person I trust here. We’re about the same age, and I feel really close to you.
“Your uncle wouldn’t keep something from me, right?”
She was trying to play the sympathy card, but inside, I was laughing coldly.
Last time, I told her everything. And how did she repay me? By blaming everything on me to get away from my uncle, which led to my tragic death.
This two-faced witch.
I blinked innocently. “Are you saying you don’t believe me?”