So, they desperately wanted me to study, but they wouldn't give me any money.

I wondered if the things I learned in my previous life would be useful to me this time, and if I suffered those for nothing.

I was hungry, so I hurriedly picked some vegetables from the field to cook.

I cleaned the house after I got full.

After all, I wouldn't go to the Kingsley Manor this time, and I had to live here all my life.

I could take it before, but after spending so much time at the Kingsley Manor, I couldn't stand the place I was living in now.

On the afternoon of a few days later, when I returned home from work, I saw those who were supposed to be in the yard.

The man frowned, "Are you the child of this family?"

I told him loudly this time with my head up, "Yeah, what's up?"

I thought, "I'll never have to suffer poverty and disgrace in the Kingsley family again in this life."

However, the man waved his hand and said, "Take him away."

Even though it was the same question and a different answer than in my previous life, the result was the same.

I was taken back to the Kingsley Manor. Why were the servant so casual? They got it wrong again.

I had finished cleaning the house and hoeing the ground, and I wanted to make money.

How could I come back again?

Although I was taken back to the Kingsley Manor in my previous life, I didn't have a penny for myself.

However, after I got Zachary's girlfriend, Cecilia, she found out that I had no money and was abandoned by my family.

She was extremely annoyed, and she eventually pushed me down the hill, and I died.

As I entered, I saw their familiar expressions. Zachary was frowning, my sister, Susan, was disgusted with me, my father, Brad, wasn't home, and my mother, Laura, was belittling me.

"You got the wrong guy, and I'm not your family. Let me get back."

Laura no longer looked like she did in her previous life this time. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me in concern.

It seemed that her annoyed expression in my last life was that she thought I was a materialistic person.

I thought, "No matter what I have answered, it comes out this way. Why did they ask me? Can't I change the fate of certain death?"

With this question in mind, I entered the room that the Kingsley family had offered me, which was at the entrance of the first floor staircase, close to the servants. They told me that it was convenient to take care of me.