Rebirth: Revenge on Hypocritical Family MembersChapter 1

My father, who had been dead for thirteen years, was actually alive.

Not only was he alive, but he also cheated on my mother and had children with Karen. They even lived off my mother's hard-earned money!

In fact, my mother was the one who supported the entire family. But when she developed a cancer, no one helped her.

I died in a practice, in order to get money for my mother's medical bills

Fortunately, I had a chance to be reborn.

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I was reborn a month before SAT, and it was also the turning point of my fate.

At this time, my mother was not ill, and I had not dropped out of school yet.

"Your fever has subsided. Do you want to eat something? I'll cook for you."

I looked at the familiar face in front of me and thought of how she had been tortured by her illness in her previous life. She had been as thin as a matchstick, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I have to ask your uncle Will to take us to the hospital."

I quickly pulled her back and said that I had recovered.

She reached out to touch my forehead again, and then she was relieved.

My mother's hands were a little rough, and there were thick calluses on her fingertips.

I remembered the mistress who came back with my dad after I died.

She was dressed in bright clothes, and her skin was fair and tender. Anyone could tell that she had never done rough work.

However, who would connect her elegance with my mother's hard work?

She had lived a comfortable life all these years because of my mother.

When I was five years old, my mother died from a coal mine mishap.

It was most painful for the family not to see his body after he died. My mother had never remarried and had shouldered the heavy responsibility of our family.

Not only did she have to take care of my grandmother, but she also had to support Will's family.

This was because Will was my father's only brother. He was also my grandmother's only son left at that time. The pillar of the family, he was supposed to take good care of my grandmother until she died.

Because my mother had studied for a few years, she could work in the grain farm. There were not many people who could read in this era, so her salary was not bad.

However, she worked in the farm during the day and went home at night to make shoes for more money.