Rebirth: Full-time Mother's Revenge

During the first parent-teacher meeting of the third year of high school, the teacher once again praised Michael Green for being first in the grade.

After the meeting, Michael's homeroom teacher, Teacher Brown, asked me to stay behind.

"Mrs. Green, although Michael still ranked first in this exam, combining the results of the previous exams, I've noticed a downward trend in his performance. I also observed that he's been getting quite close to a girl in his class, and they sometimes share intimate gestures during breaks."

"As parents, we need to make sure our children stay focused. It's already their final year, and studying should be their top priority. We can't afford to let anything else distract them. We must take preventive measures."

I bowed my head and thought for a moment.

In my previous life, the homeroom teacher said the exact same thing to me.

At that time, I immediately sought out my son and sternly told him that he absolutely couldn't fall in love in his final year.

I also reached out to the girl's parents to make them aware of the situation.

The college entrance exam is the most important thing, with thousands competing for a single opportunity.

Those little teenage feelings are nothing compared to the brutal competition of society.

I didn't dare let my guard down.

Back then, my son had a huge fight with me over this, accusing me, a housewife, of not understanding love.

He said that he and Victoria White were truly in love and that it wouldn't affect his studies but rather improve his efficiency.

Fortunately, Victoria's parents weren't foolish. They, too, didn't want to jeopardize their child's future, so they swiftly arranged for her to transfer schools.

Afterward, Michael was down for a while but eventually threw himself back into his studies.

I finally felt relieved.

In the end, Michael was admitted to a top university.

When we received the admission letter, I cried tears of joy.

I hadn't worked a day since Michael was born, staying home to take care of his every need. You could say that Michael was my entire career.

But when I got cancer and needed treatment, neither Michael nor my husband, who was already a general manager, allowed me to be hospitalized. They just coldly watched, saying harshly.

"Mom, why are you even bothering to get treated? Don't you know this is divine retribution?"

"You ruined my love life, leaving me with unrequited love for the rest of my life. I hate you so much."

"You should've died a long time ago. Just go die."

At that moment, I looked at the son I had raised for nineteen years in disbelief.

His face, twisted with hatred, was unrecognizable to me.

He had no gratitude for the mother who had poured everything into him, no concern for my illness, and no comfort or understanding in my helpless state.

Instead, he wished for my early death.

My worldview shattered, and I refused to seek help, allowing the cancer to torture me to death.

Thinking of this, the deep-rooted pain from my past life made me shudder. I waved my hand and said.

"Teacher Brown, it's normal for teenagers to be curious about the opposite sex. They just talked a bit more. Kids grow up and have their own thoughts. Over-interference from parents can be counterproductive."

"I think the fluctuation in his grades is also normal."

Teacher Brown opened his mouth as if to say more, but before he could, I turned and left the office without looking back.