After I Was Reborn, My Sister Stole the Daughter I Adopted

In my previous life, my older sister adopted a boy, while I adopted a girl.

She wanted to keep a firm grip on the family assets and laughed at me, saying, “What good is a little girl?”

But later, the boy my sister adopted got into a fight at school that ended in someone’s death, costing her every last penny in compensation.

Meanwhile, the girl I adopted was spotted by a director and became a child star, earning a fortune every day.

My sister couldn’t accept it and egged her adopted son on to kill me.

When I opened my eyes again, we were back at the orphanage.

This time, my sister hurried to scoop up the girl. “My sweet little darling, from now on, I’m your mother.”

I looked at the boy with his head bowed in silence, smiled, and took his hand.

After living two lifetimes, my sister still hadn’t learned that what happens is up to us.