After Rebirth, I No Longer Object to My Son’s Paranoid Development

My mother-in-law wanted to take my son for a leg-lengthening surgery.

I was afraid of the risks involved in the surgery and didn't give them the money.

Later, my mother-in-law secretly took a loan and took my son for the surgery.

After the surgery, my son's wound got infected and had to be amputated. He blamed me for not taking good care of him, and my mother-in-law also said that if I had given the money earlier, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

The two of them tricked me into eating something laced with poison, causing my death.

When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day when my mother-in-law asked me for money.

I was cheerful.

"We're all family, so just use it."

"Is it really necessary to be so stingy when it comes to spending money on your own son, rather than someone else?"

The foul spit sprayed on my face.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my mother-in-law poking my body incessantly.

My son was looking at me impatiently from the side.

He was gnawing on gum, swaying his body.

"Mom, if you don't give me the money, is there someone else out there?"

As soon as he finished speaking...

My mother-in-law's eyes widened, and she reached out to slap me.

I dodged and pointed to the top of the wardrobe.

"It's up there, I didn't say I wouldn't give it."

"Besides, we're all family, so just use it."

Hearing my words, my son's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he quickly stretched out his hand to reach it.

As he reached, he muttered complaints about why I put it so high.

Luca Marsh is already eighteen this year, but he is only 1.65 meters tall.

In my last life, I tried everything to make him grow taller, but my mother-in-law learned about the leg-lengthening surgery from somewhere.

She insisted on taking my son for it.

I was worried about the risks of the surgery and didn't give her the money, but she secretly took a loan and took Luca to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, the surgery led to an infection, and Luca had to have his leg amputated.

He blamed me for not taking good care of him.

My mother-in-law also blamed me, saying that if I had given the money earlier, this might not have happened.

At this moment, I was crossing my arms, watching the jubilant figures of my son and mother-in-law with a cold smile.

If they were so eager to meet their fate, then I might as well let them.

After all, it wasn't me who was going to be legless in the future.

The two of them had just left.

My husband, who had been out for business all night, came back.

Hearing that his mother had taken Luca for surgery, Aarav looked incredulous.

"What? Leg-lengthening surgery?"

I casually explained it to him.

"Yes, it's that surgery where they break the leg bone, install a traction device to lengthen it, and then the person becomes taller."

He threw his coat heavily on the sofa.

"You didn't stop them? You just let mom take him?"

I took a sip of coffee, looking innocent.

"Would it work if I stopped them?"

"Should I wait for your mom to slap me?"

my mother-in-law is very domineering.

She resorts to fists and kicks if things don't go her way.

In my last life, when I didn't give her my bank card, she slapped me hard.

The sound of that slap seems to be still in my ears.

Aarav Marsh puckered his lips and quickly called his mother.

During the phone call, my mother-in-law's words were just like a machine gun, non-stop firing.

"If a surgeon dares to operate, what are you afraid of?"

"Did Zofia say something? No wonder she was so willing to give money just now, she's a two-faced creature. Wait until I get home, I'll slap her."

"Don't call me mom. I can't even make this decision, I think I should call you mom."

"..."

The phone was abruptly hung up. Aarav looked upset.

He clenched his lips and rubbed his hands, looking anxious.

He is eloquent in everyday conversation, and he always knows what to say.

But when it comes to important stuff, he's kinda like a fence-sitter.

As soon as his mother blew on him, he fell over.

After what seemed like an internal struggle, his face began to relax.

"Mom is right, if the doctor dares to do it, what are we afraid of?"

"Luca is indeed much shorter than his peers, I understand him very well, I also suffered from height inferiority when I was young."

"He's young, his body recovers quickly, let's do it if he wants."

"When Luca comes back, prepare some good food for him."

These words seemed to have comforted me, but in reality, they were just used to comfort himself.

He suddenly thought of something as he put on the shirt I had ironed for him.

"By the way, the toilet in the bathroom is filthy, don't forget to clean it later."

Unlike usual, I didn't respond. Instead, I threw the divorce agreement on the table.

I had planned to divorce him in my previous life.

But before I had the chance to bring it up, I was killed by his mother and Luca.

He glanced at the table and looked annoyed.

"Enough, Zofia, every wife does laundry, cooks, takes care of children, and looks after the elderly, right?"

"You're fed and clothed, be content, okay? Don't make a fuss."

"Look, I just got back, and you're so eager to rub it in my face?"

I was in a hurry.

Of course, I was in a hurry.

The 980,000 he borrowed for his start-up was all taken by his mother.

If I didn't leave then, did I have to stay and share his debt?