A week slipped by quickly, and the first birthday banquet arrived, just as it had in the previous life.
The only difference was, this time, it was grander, more lavish, with even more relatives and friends filling the hall.
The moment the banquet began, Veda walked in, her tongue already sharp and restless.
“Giving birth to a money-losing girl and acting as if you’ve brought a crown prince into the world, what’s with that?”
“Making such a big show of it! When your nephew had his first birthday banquet, why didn’t you throw such a grand one then?”
“Even if Rocco has money, you can’t squander it like this. And with your brother’s heavy mortgage, if you really have money, shouldn’t you help him first?”
Rocco’s face darkened, but for my sake, he held back his words.
My in-laws, who had been joyfully holding my daughter, suddenly changed expressions at those remarks.
In truth, I had heard countless words like this before, yet every time I chose to endure.
Perhaps growing up under Veda’s constant scolding had numbed me into silence.
But I had already died once, how could I still fear her?