Sister-in-law Indirectly Killed Her Own SonChapter 1
Mia Perry, my sister-in-law, was committed to becoming a travel blogger, always exploring niche attractions with her son, Jeff Perry.
There was a river in the suburbs, the new shooting location for Mia's recent camping and photography.
There were many invisible whirlpools in the river, and children were easily swept away. I persuaded Mia to go to the scenic area.
Mia didn't listen and joined forces with my mother-in-law, Ivy Perry, to scold me for showing off after making some money.
In the end, Jeff fell into the turbulent whirlpool and lost his life.
Mia and Ivy grabbed my collar and scolded me, "It's all your fault. Go accompany Jeff in the afterlife!"
They pressed me into the water. Though struggling to break free, I died of suffocation.
When I woke up again, I returned to the day when Mia took Jeff camping in the suburbs.
"Get out of the car. How can I take pictures if you sit in the car?"
Mia suddenly pushed me. The pain in my arm pulled me back from the nightmare.
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting in the driver's seat, without the feeling of suffocation.
By then, I realized that I had been reborn!
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Mia's RV was packed full.
She kicked the car door, making a muffled sound. "Get out. Are you deaf?"
I looked around and saw the river not far away that took my life in the previous life.
I didn't expect to be reborn.
Mia stood at the door with her hands on her hips, staring at me with a cold face. "What of it to have a good car? How can I take pictures if you don't get off?"
She didn't have a car herself and always took pictures of my car and posted them online.
In her post, she said this was her most ordinary car, just a few hundred thousand dollars.
I lazily lowered the seat back and said, "You guys can go to the river by yourselves, I'm not going."
Just thinking about the miserable experiences of my previous life made me want to hit the gas pedal and go home right now.
Mia grabbed my arm and said, "If you don't go, who will help me take photos and take care of Jeff?"
In Mia's eyes, I was just a free babysitter.
I glared at her and said, "Is he my son? Why should I take care of him? His mother is still alive, isn't she?"
Mia hadn't answered yet, but Ivy became impatient and said, "How can you say that? Do you believe that I will tear your mouth apart?"