My mom is calm as a chrysanthemum and thinks money is worthless.
She looks down on all rich people equally.
Yet my dad is a rich man hopelessly in love with her.
In my previous life, Dad was willing to give up his inheritance just to live a poor life with Mom.
But Mom wanted it both ways. She insisted that even if you’re stuck in the mud, you still have to live with dignity,
so Dad worked day and night for her until he collapsed and ended up in the hospital.
But Mom refused to pay the bill or let him receive treatment, all to maintain her image.
To save Dad, I got down on my knees and begged Grandpa.
When Mom found out, she called me spineless and said I had no self-respect, then abandoned me at the hospital.
As I ran after her in tears, I was hit and killed by a speeding truck.
Mom used the compensation money she got for my death to live a carefree life.
Now that I’ve been reborn, I’ll save Dad no matter what.
And I’ll make Mom pay.
