The Mother Who Is as Pale as a Chrysanthemum

I have a mother who is as pale as a chrysanthemum and regards money as dirt. She looks down on all rich people equally. But it just so happens that my dad is a rich love brain. In the last life, my father would rather give up the family property and live a poor life with my mother. But my mother wants both. She wants to live a decent life even if she is in the mud. She made her father work day and night for her, and finally passed out and went to the hospital. But for the sake of character, my mother refused to compensate and gave up treatment. In order to save my father, I knelt down and begged my grandfather. When my mother found out, she called me weak and weak-hearted, and left me in the hospital. On the way to chase my mother while crying, I was hit and killed by a speeding car. But my mother was able to live freely with my compensation money. In my next life, I must save my father. And make my mom pay.