My mother's face twisted into a ferocious sneer, "If I had known you would be the one to ruin my grandson, I would've drowned you long ago.
"Such a good man finally born into the Wiley family, but you destroyed him. You should disappear in this world. Just go to hell."
A few years after my death, Paisley had two more pregnancies, both girls, and both were miscarried.
Even after my death, they harbored hatred toward me, blaming me for ruining such an excellent heir in the family and causing the family's decline. I became the scapegoat, constantly cursed and reviled.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn, back on the day Paisley was giving birth.
Seeing the pleading look in Paisley's eyes, I chose to ignore it this time.
The trauma of being hacked to death still haunted me. Just thinking about it made my hands tremble uncontrollably. That feeling... was so terrifying.
In my past life, I was so foolish. The child wasn't even mine, so why did I fight so hard?
Respecting others' fates and letting go of my urge to help was something I should do.
So why should I fight against fate?