In my previous life, I worked hard to run the household, but my mother-in-law accused me of spending too much money every day. My husband thought I was a prodigal, and my son blamed me for not being able to save money. In the end, I was seriously ill and hospitalized, but they refused to pay a penny and watched me die of illness. When I returned to my son's birthday again, I completely followed their wishes - saving money to the extreme, picking up groceries to survive, not buying medicines, not repairing home appliances, and following my mother-in-law's "saving money principles" in everything. In this life, I don't spend a penny and I don't show mercy, so that they can experience my despair firsthand, and use their favorite frugality to send them to a dead end. In the end, all the property belongs to me.
