Reborn: Love and Return

Twenty years ago, my family was exterminated, and I, as one of the two survivors, had been bedridden since then.

My elder sister, Krystal Reid, took care of me for twenty years. In the end, she couldn't bear the pressure and jumped out of the window.

Maybe God felt sad for me, he brought me back to the night of the disaster.

I opened my eyes and pinched myself. It hurt, confirming that I was reborn.

My mom hung up the phone and smiled broadly.

"Honey, Wayne is bringing clients to see the goods later. If we can strike a deal, we will make a fortune."

My heart skipped a beat. I had been reborn on the night of the crime. The two scumbags came to see the goods on the pretext, but actually, they had their eyes on my family's money.

I didn't know what to do. They would be here in twenty minutes.

I was only 12 years old. How should I convince my parents?

Telling them that I was reborn? That was too absurd. No one would believe it.

I knew why my family had been targeted.

My dad was an official, while my mom was a businesswoman who made some money.

Earlier this year, they had rebuilt a three-story house in the depths of the village, which had already become the envy of everyone.

My mom said we should keep a low profile, but my dad waved his hand and said, "What's the big deal? We've earned our money fair and square. What's wrong with living more comfortably?"

That spelled disaster, and one of the culprits was my dad's close friend.

I looked at my younger brother and sister who were doing homework, feeling a surge of bitterness in my heart. I had to save them.

I remembered that night when my dad went to open the door to greet his friend and client. My mom had prepared a feast.

After a few rounds of drinking, they suggested seeing the new jewelry. My parents went downstairs to get the goods, telling me to watch my brother and sister doing their homework.

Not long after, the conversation and the sound of dice abruptly stopped downstairs, followed by a thud.

I was curious and stealthily walked to the stairs. In an instant, my mind was blown, and I covered my mouth tightly.

My dad collapsed on the ground, with a long steel nail stuck in the back of his head, while my mom stared weakly with her eyes wide open.

Wayne Sherman, that bastard, was doing something disgusting to my mom...

Watching my dad die tragically and my mother being insulted, I was enraged and intended to rush over and kill the two scumbags.

My mother saw me, with eyes filled with anger, pain, and worry. She shook her head at me, indicating that I should call the police.

It was the right thing to do. I should call the police.

There was a phone on the second floor too. I quietly returned to the room, told my brother and sister to hide under the bed, and instructed them to lock the door.

Then I went to the next room to make a call.

But the two villains were prepared. They had cut the phone line beforehand.

Screams came from my siblings' bedroom. When I rushed over, they were lying in a pool of blood. My little brother had been cut in half while trying to protect our little sister.

Enraged, I grabbed a vase from the doorway and smashed it at the young man. He yelled in pain and stabbed me several times.

He grabbed a steel nail and drove it into my temple, and then I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I had become a vegetable lying in the hospital.

I could hear everything, but I couldn't wake up.

Krystal escaped the disaster as she happened to be working the night shift. She called the police the next morning when she returned home. She wasn't considered lucky.

The survivors were the most tormented.

I heard Krystal whisper in my ear that our mother had been tortured to death that night, covered in bruises.

I felt so much hatred. I hated that I was just a frail 11-year-old kid with no ability to protect my family.

And I hated those two beasts. Wayne was not worthy of being my dad's friend.

The case became a mystery. At that time, the technology was not mature, and there were no surveillance cameras. Furthermore, Wayne and the other person had made ample preparations.

Given their conversation, I realized that these two had strong anti-surveillance capabilities and were very conscious, and they had been planning this for a long time.

The only clue lay with me who was confined to a hospital bed. They could only cling to a sliver of hope, waiting for me to wake up and reveal the truth.

As for Wayne, he took over my family's business under the guise of being my dad's friend and claimed Krystal.

He offered to pay my astronomical medical bills, but in reality, he was keeping an eye on me. If there were any signs of me waking up, he would kill me without hesitation.

At first, Krystal praised Wayne in front of me. "Wayne is a good man. He's willing to cover your medical expenses. Dad didn't misjudge him."

Later, she started to cry, weeping day and night in torment.

"But Wayne wants me to stay with him. How can I... Larry, what should I do? What am I supposed to do? You are my only family left. I can't lose you too."

For my sake, she chose to be with Wayne. In the end, Wayne not only cheated on her but also subjected her to domestic violence.

When she was six months pregnant, he beat her so severely that she had a forced abortion. He threatened her against telling anyone, or he would stop paying my medical bills.

Thus, Krystal developed severe depression, with her only confidant being the useless me lying in the hospital bed.

How I wished I could sit up and accuse Wayne. "He was the murderer, and his accomplice was his cousin."

Eventually, Krystal couldn't hold on any longer.

"Larry, forgive me. I can't take it any longer. I'm living in hell every day. I'm going to accompany Mom and Dad. Don't worry. For the sake of his reputation, Wayne will continue to pay your medical bills."

I heard a heavy thud on the ground, knowing that she had found peace.

Wayne's business boomed. He even opened numerous charitable organizations in my name.

Maybe out of fear, he spent a large portion of his money on donations. During that period, he thrived.

Even the nurses and doctors praised his feats.

But he was a murderer.

How could the person who had exterminated my family roam free and become a so-called philanthropist?