Part 2: A New BeginningReborn to Slap the Face of My Vicious Sister-in-law and Biased Mother

I composed myself and pushed open the door.

Jessica greeted me with a bowl of freshly washed fruit. "Nora, you're up from your nap? I washed some fruit for you, have some."

Jessica's fake smile overlapped with her twisted face when she killed me in my previous life.

I mustered all my strength to hide the overwhelming hatred in my heart and replied coolly, "No need, I'm heading out."

I saw Jessica nudge my brother with her elbow.

Jack quickly asked, "Will you be back for dinner? Mom said she's roasting a chicken tonight."

I vaguely remembered that in my previous life, it was on this very night that they sweet-talked their way into moving into my newly renovated house. They said my nephew needed a place to stay for school.

My newly renovated house was empty, so they asked to stay for a year, promising to move to the city next year when they bought their own place.

I softened and agreed, and the result was...

"I won't be back. I have plans to go shopping and have dinner with friends," I replied.

They must be racking their brains now, trying to get me to agree to let them stay in my new house when my nephew starts school.

Especially my sister-in-law Jessica.

Jessica was a wolf in sheep's clothing. In my previous life, to get me to agree to let them live in my new house, she sucked up to me for days.

Usually stingy, she went out of her way to buy cherries, my favorite fruit, and even gave me a set of skincare products.

Later, I found out that the skincare set was a return from a customer at her shop who had an allergic reaction to it.

In my previous life, after they lived there for a year, I saw no signs of them moving out. I hinted both subtly and directly that they should move out, saying I wanted to move back in.

My mother cried and yelled, calling me ungrateful for wanting to kick my own mother out of my house.

Not wanting to cause a big rift, I endured it.

The consequence of my endurance was being killed by them, losing two lives.

In this life, I won't endure it anymore!

Not only will I not endure it, but I'll also make them pay for what they did in my previous life.

I planned to keep them on edge for a few days, then refuse when they're desperate...

That day after going out, I didn't return to my old home. Instead, I stayed at my new apartment in town for a few days.

Regarding my nephew's leukemia, I expressed confusion.

Worried that there might really be an issue with my renovation materials, I secretly called a professional formaldehyde testing company to check.

After a week of continuous testing, the conclusion was that the formaldehyde levels were within the normal range.

This house was renovated last October, more than half a year ago, and it had good ventilation and lighting.

So Ryan's leukemia had little to do with my house.

It must have been due to his own constitution and other factors.

As long as it wasn't my house's problem, I felt relieved.

I stayed in my new house until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, not long before school was set to start.

They couldn't sit still anymore.

My mom called me several times, asking me to return to the old house. I made excuses about some unfinished work in the new house and didn't go back.

Early on the eleventh day, my mom brought my brother's family of three to my door.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

Jessica smiled and said, "Well, the New Year just passed, so we brought Mom down for a look around. Ryan was also bored at home."

My brother's family came uninvited, making themselves completely at home.

My brother and sister-in-law used to work out of town, always renting places to live.

Jessica lost money on her store last year and transferred the business. Now she planned to work in our small town.

That's why they set their sights on my new house.

"Ryan, isn't your aunt's new house beautiful?" Jessica asked her son.

My nephew nodded repeatedly, "It's beautiful."

They used to rent in old, run-down neighborhoods to save money.

My new house had a great environment, and I had put a lot of effort into decorating it nicely. My nephew's eyes lit up when he entered.

At five or six years old, he was curious about everything. Before I knew it, he had run from the living room to the bedroom.

"Ryan Sullivan, don't go into my room!" I called out.

Suddenly remembering that in my previous life, the first time he came to my house, he also curiously went to play in my bedroom and broke my expensive floor lamp.

Fortunately, this time I stopped him in time.

I pulled him out and firmly closed the door.

Seeing his innocent expression, remembering how pitiful his death was in my previous life, my voice softened a bit.

"Go play somewhere else. The bedroom is for sleeping."

Jessica was very displeased when she saw me stop her son from entering the bedroom.

She pulled him into her arms and said unhappily, "Son, your aunt's new house is too precious. We don't have such luck to live here. Let's go."

Her sarcastic tone made me feel sick.

In the past, I would have immediately comforted my nephew: "That's not what I meant. We're family, of course you can stay. How could you not be worthy?"

But now, I let her angrily pull her son away without saying a word or trying to stop them.

"Jessica, what's wrong? Don't leave," my brother immediately pulled his wife and son back.