Part 1The Reborn Daughter's Wish

On my deathbed, I used my last ounce of strength to lift the water cup, my hands trembling.

But my daughter slapped it away.

"Drink what? If you drink, you'll live a few more days. So annoying!"

"Just die already. I'm waiting for the inheritance check!"

Tears streamed down my old face. I finally asked, "Why? Why treat me like this?"

My daughter rolled her eyes, sauntered over, and whispered the truth:

"Because you're poor. Because you're pathetic!"

"I've hated you since the moment I was born!"

"Why did you have kids if you have no money? Couldn't you use birth control? You just had to breed!"

"If not for you, maybe I would have been reincarnated into a rich family and lived a comfortable life. But no, I got stuck with you two broke losers!"

"I beg you, if there is a next life, stay away from me. Don't stop me from being born rich!"

So that was it.

A muddy tear slid past my eye. I prayed to God to grant her wish, then closed my eyes forever.

When I opened them again, I was reborn.

* * *

"Congratulations, ma'am. You're pregnant!"

The dizziness of rebirth faded. The first thing I heard was the doctor's "sentence."

I froze, staring at the ultrasound report.

Pregnant already?

How did this happen? Why restart at this moment?

The thought of giving birth to that "debt collector" daughter again made my legs shake.

In my past life, Chloe hated studying as a kid and hated working as an adult.

She lay on the couch playing on her phone all day, screaming:

"You gave birth to me, so you have to support me! I didn't ask to be born. You had your fun, now you want me to support you? No way!"

We explained that we didn't need her money; we just wanted her to get a job and feed herself.

She rolled her eyes and snatched our wallets.

"Why should I work? I have you guys! You owe me a lifetime of support!"

To be honest, we weren't "poor."

David and I were ordinary working-class people. We saved up, bought a small condo in Chicago, and drove a ten-year-old Toyota.

But this couldn't satisfy Chloe's appetite for luxury.

After draining our savings, she took out loans in our names.

Debt collectors harassed us daily. It was hell.

Thinking of those days, I shivered.

I grabbed the doctor's sleeve, begging:

"Can I abort it? Doctor, please help me get rid of it! It's only six weeks!"

The doctor looked at me strangely.

"Why? You were asking about IVF before. Isn't a natural pregnancy good?"

"Oh, are you worried about the fetus? Don't worry, everything looks normal!"

I smiled bitterly.

David and I loved kids. We tried for two years. We even prepared for IVF.

That's why in the last life, we spoiled Chloe rotten, thinking she was our lucky star.

Who knew she was a demon?

I stammered, making excuses.

Seeing my determination, the doctor sighed.

"If you really want to, you can. But I have to warn you. Your body isn't in great condition. If you abort this one, you might never conceive again."

My heart sank.

"Go home and discuss it with your husband. He really wanted this."

I walked out of the office in a daze and sat on the bench in the hallway.

I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.

"Hahaha! I'm reborn! My mom is Auntie Isabella this time! Yes! I'm finally a rich second-generation heir!"