Reborn three days before the house demolition, I find Grandma pressuring me to sign away my ownership rights.
In my previous life, I obediently did as she said. The rest of my family grew rich, while I died miserably beneath a bridge.
This time, I smile and put the agreement away. “Grandma, let’s follow the legal process.”
When the demolition office comes to our door, I turn on the recorder and capture everything.
My uncle slams the table and roars, “You unfilial girl, you dare keep it all for yourself?”
I show them the notarized inheritance documents. “This house was mine alone from the start.”
