Reborn: Love and ReturnChapter 1

Twenty years ago, my family was exterminated, and I, as one of the two survivors, had been bedridden since then.

My elder sister, Krystal Reid, took care of me for twenty years. In the end, she couldn't bear the pressure and jumped out of the window.

Maybe God felt sad for me, he brought me back to the night of the disaster.

I opened my eyes and pinched myself. It hurt, confirming that I was reborn.

My mom hung up the phone and smiled broadly.

"Honey, Wayne is bringing clients to see the goods later. If we can strike a deal, we will make a fortune."

My heart skipped a beat. I had been reborn on the night of the crime. The two scumbags came to see the goods on the pretext, but actually, they had their eyes on my family's money.

I didn't know what to do. They would be here in twenty minutes.

I was only 12 years old. How should I convince my parents?

Telling them that I was reborn? That was too absurd. No one would believe it.

I knew why my family had been targeted.

My dad was an official, while my mom was a businesswoman who made some money.

Earlier this year, they had rebuilt a three-story house in the depths of the village, which had already become the envy of everyone.

My mom said we should keep a low profile, but my dad waved his hand and said, "What's the big deal? We've earned our money fair and square. What's wrong with living more comfortably?"

That spelled disaster, and one of the culprits was my dad's close friend.

I looked at my younger brother and sister who were doing homework, feeling a surge of bitterness in my heart. I had to save them.

I remembered that night when my dad went to open the door to greet his friend and client. My mom had prepared a feast.

After a few rounds of drinking, they suggested seeing the new jewelry. My parents went downstairs to get the goods, telling me to watch my brother and sister doing their homework.

Not long after, the conversation and the sound of dice abruptly stopped downstairs, followed by a thud.

I was curious and stealthily walked to the stairs. In an instant, my mind was blown, and I covered my mouth tightly.

My dad collapsed on the ground, with a long steel nail stuck in the back of his head, while my mom stared weakly with her eyes wide open.

Wayne Sherman, that bastard, was doing something disgusting to my mom...