Revenge in Rebirth

I mistakenly listened to my family's advice and entrusted my assets to my ungrateful nephew, Wesker Black.

After I got into a car accident, he claimed there was no money left and let me die due to the lack of treatment.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in 1990.

My son Bryan Reed hadn't been harmed by my family yet.

This time, I returned all the firecrackers my sister-in-law bought for Bryan to my family.

That night, my family's house exploded, and I watched my parents cry for money. I pointed directly at the door, "Didn't you say that having money doesn't make you any more useful? Well, then go for what you think is useful."

"Who cares your stupid money? If you weren't that useless, I wouldn't have sent your brother to the factory to keep an eye on your husband."

My forehead was poked hard by her.

I vaguely saw my mother's young face, showing a look of disdain and anger towards me. which almost suffocated me.

My husband Cayson Reed and I were in a car accident in the operating room, listening to Wesker, who was inheriting our billion-dollar fortune. Unexpectedly, he insisted there was no money and ceased the emergency treatment.

But now I saw my selfish mother Liz trying to scold me again.

"What year is it now?" I grabbed Liz's hand, which was about to pinch my arm.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm talking to you about your brother becoming an accountant. Why do you ask this stupid question?" I asked. She kept rambling, trying to manipulate me as she always did.

However, I couldn't hear anything because I knew I had been back to 1990.

My son hadn't been killed by firecrackers yet.

In my past life, Liz manipulated me for decades. She firmly believed that boys were more valuable than girls. Bryan died, and I couldn't have another child due to my heart condition.

I raised Wesker as my only hope and eventually gave him all my assets.

It wasn't until a few years before my death that I overheard my brother Thomas and his wife Ruby said that it was Wesker who played with firecrackers with Bryan, causing his death.

I shook off Liz's hand and ran outside.

There was a loud bang.

I heard the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the door.

"Bryan." I shouted as I rushed to the door, terrified of seeing Bryan's bloody scene again.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bryan in a bright red jacket and black shoes, holding a match.

He looked up, his chubby, fair face showing confusion. "Mom, did you call me?"

Ruby stood beside him, her eyes flickering. "Kyra, I bought some firecrackers for the kids to play with."

I saw the lit match in Bryan's hand and then looked at Wesker, who had nothing in his hands.

Rolling up my sleeves, I picked up Bryan and slapped Ruby across the face.

She screamed, covering her face, and eight-year-old Wesker rushed over, punching me in the stomach.

"You useless cunt, how dare you hit my mom? You will pay for it."

Useless cunt?

That was what my parents always called me since I was little.

Even though Cayson was one of the first in the village to become a millionaire through business, my parents still looked down on us.

They belittled and manipulated me while forcing Thomas, who was lazy and addicted to gambling, into the factory to get money without working.

"Wesker, don't hit my mom... " Bryan was so scared he hugged my stomach.

Wesker, holding a candy stick, aimed it at Bryan's face.

"You little brat, I'll kill you." Wesker said.

Seeing the stick about to scratch Bryan's face, I kicked him away.

"You useless cunt, what are you doing? Making a mess again?" Liz came out. After seeing her beloved Wesker on the ground, she screamed as she rushed over.

"How dare you hit Wesker? I'll have your father and brother beat you to death!"

Liz held Wesker, sitting on the ground, pointing at me and cursing.

I glanced at my Ruby, whose eyes were filled with malice, and sneered, "Then let them come. I want to see what the police say about Thomas embezzling from the factory."

"You know Thomas can't even do basic math. Yet he wants to be an accountant?"

"Mom, do you know why I'm angry? I'm afraid your Thomas will be tricked into jail, and Wesker will be led astray."

"How much savings does your son have? Guess how Wesker knew about the hidden savings under your bed?"

I watched Liz looking at Ruby in shock. "You poor thing, have you been using the money to support your parents?"

I picked up Bryan and kicked aside the firecrackers on the ground.

"Ruby, why don't you enjoy these pricey toys yourself?"

I went inside and shut the door.

Outside, I heard Liz asking Wesker about his secret stash of money, and Wesker started wailing, saying it was Ruby who told him to take it.

Inside, holding Bryan who had been lost and found, I couldn't help but cry.

"Mom, don't cry. I'll be good."

"I know you're good, it's others who aren't. Don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you again."

I picked up the phone and called Cayson at the factory. "Cayson, the issue with the warehouse inventory not matching up was because Thomas and Ruby stole it. Kick them out of the factory and call the police."

Cayson was momentarily stunned, but I knew he would trust me without reservation.

So, without saying much more, I hung up and took Bryan upstairs for a bath.

After holding Bryan close for a while, I heard a loud bang from outside.

Looking out the window, I saw our iron gate had been rammed open by Thomas driving a factory truck!

This had happened in my past life too.

Back then, the factory was transitioning into a company, and many discrepancies in the accounts were discovered.

Cayson and I knew it was Thomas's doing, but my parents pleaded, emphasizing the importance of family.

Out of familial duty, Cayson and I had to accept the deal.

My parents forced us to burn the account books, destroying evidence of financial discrepancies in front of them.

When Thomas found out, he drove the factory truck and smashed through our gate, shouting that we were trying to frame him. But the fact was that he factory had long been in debt.

That time, investors almost pulled out, nearly bankrupting us.

Yet, David said straightly, "Thomas is wronged, give him some money to comfort him."

In the end, I reluctantly handed over the money.

Now, watching Thomas causing a scene in our yard, I called the police.

I told Bryan to stay upstairs no matter what and went down to the first floor.

Our windows had bars, so I stood by the window and shouted outside.

"I've called the police. If you don't want to be arrested, get out of my house."

Thomas pulled out a kitchen knife from behind his back. "You dare to kick me out and hit Wesker? You will pay for what you did."

What I did? What about their vicious intention?

They deliberately bought firecrackers to harm Bryan, then manipulated me to steal my money.

How could they have the nerve to accuse me of something given their evil plan?

On the second floor, I raised my hand and threw the waste I'd saved onto Thomas's face.

He spat it out with a loud "Ugh."

"I'm going to kill you!"

When the police arrived, Thomas was hacking away at our gate.

A crowd from the village had gathered to watch. My parents rushed over and saw Thomas being handcuffed.

David fell to his knees in front of me. "Kyra, he is your brother."

A father kneeling to his daughter was seen as a grave dishonor and a curse in our village, meant to curse my life, to embarrass me in front of other villagers.

Asking was enough, but he had to knelt before me with evil intention.

Even though it was still considered a shameful act to do so, But for Thomas, David was willing to do this in front of the whole village.

He wasn't pleading for Thomas or hoping I'd forgive him.

He wanted to use this to suppress me.

The last time Thomas was caught stealing, David used this tactic against me.

His act made me bend down to their will.

"Dad, I'll listen to you. After all, Thomas said no one in the village respects him. He'll kill me first, then others. It's just our bad luck. Officer, I won't press charges against Thomas."

I pretended to be resigned, ready to bow my head and be the dutiful daughter.

The onlookers were instantly displeased.

"David, Kyra has been bullied by Thomas for so long, and you're well aware of it. You can't just ignore this. Thomas is a good-for-nothing troublemaker. If he ends up committing serious crimes, who will be able to handle it?

Then the other one said, "This is unacceptable. He's on the verge of committing a crime and must be taken into custody."

David didn't expect things to escalate like this and quickly waved his hands in protest.

"It's just a family quarrel. He wouldn't dare cause trouble outside... "

"Yes, Thomas only has the habit of stealing. Besides, a few days ago, he accidentally ran over the chief's dog with his car. But he doesn't mean any harm."

David got infuriated and slapped me. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll beat you to death."

The slap stung my face, burning with pain.

Thomas held down by the police, laughed. "You deserved that, you little bitch."

A fire ignited within me.

I rushed to Thomas and slapped him hard across the face twice.

"You dare hit my David? I'll give you a lesson, you ungrateful shit... " My mother grabbed a broom to hit me.

The broom was caught mid-swing by Cayson.

"We've given you money and jobs. How can you still treat Kyra like this? She's your daughter, not your enemy. You can't bully her like this. If Thomas dares to bully my wife and child, I'll fight you with everything I have."

My parents started hurling insults at Cayson.

They never respected him, even when he was penniless, and now, even as a successful man, they still belittled him.

I nodded. "Fine, since you hate us so much, then don't come to us for anything. " David pointed at me, shouting, "Fine, then give me the factory. From now on, we're no longer father and daughter."

His words left me stunned.

Ruby chimed in, "Exactly. If it weren't for us, would you have been able to start the factory? Now that you're making money, you bully us and even have Wesker arrested. Kyra, how can you be so ungrateful? Is this how a daughter should behave?"

"What did you ever do for me?" I retorted. David, self-righteous.

"I raised you, isn't that enough? Without my influence, do you think his factory would have survived?" David said.

This factory was set up with the dozens of dollars my husband earned by carrying sandbags at the docks outside and then pooling funds with friends.

I never asked my family for a single cent.

When we were at our poorest, I took Bryan to my parents' house.

It was almost lunchtime, but my mother still drove us back home and refused to let us have a meal.

When I was treated unfairly and died, I just thought that all my family members were ingrates.

Now I've come to realize that they had always believed that the money that belonged to my husband and me should rightfully be theirs in their opinion.

"How much do you want... " Cayson, seeing me trembling with anger, he held my hand and wanted to speak.

I knew that he felt so sorry for me, and he intended to give my parents money.

"No. Not a single penny. You look down on my husband, yet you still want to spend his money. Nice try! Everyone here is the witness. If anything happens to the three of us, it will be my family behind this.

David was beside himself with rage, but this time I ignore him completely.

Even though the two of them smashed up our yard, I still insisted that my brother be taken away by the police

My parents chased after the police car, and eventually, for damaging the vehicle, they were also taken into custody.

I smirked inwardly. Now they were finally all together.

Cayson was worried. He touched my forehead. "Honey, what's going on with you?"

The village chief looked at me with a complex expression. "Kyra, be honest with me. Are you really going to let Thomas go to jail?"