Reborn My Dying Son and the Wife Who Betrayed Us

I am the most generous man for miles around.

The factory director's wife's older sister's husband brought his son to stay with us, and he looked enviously toward the master bedroom:

"This bedroom is so spacious and beautiful. If we could live here, Tommy would definitely be able to temporarily forget the nightmare of his mother's death..."

Jasmine Sullivan was still hesitating, and I smiled and proactively picked up the bedding. "It's okay. It's the same if I squeeze in with my son."

On the day the snow fell the heaviest, Jasmine drove the factory vehicle to pick up our son from school.

Her childhood friend's son suddenly cried and said he was cold, but the factory vehicle could only seat two people.

Our son immediately smiled understandingly, his small body shouldering his backpack as he rushed into the snowy road: "Mom, I can just walk home."

Everyone praised me as a rare good husband and good father, and my son was also so sensible.

I just smiled, because only I knew that my son and I had both been reborn.

In my previous life, after she favored Derek Vance and his son again and again, I made up my mind to get a divorce.

But not long after the divorce, my son was diagnosed with leukemia. With no way out, I begged her to put up money and use connections to get a match for my son.

But she decided I was faking an illness and ruthlessly drove me out.

In this life, I no longer crave her true feelings. I only ask that my son can enjoy the resources he deserves and live safely for a lifetime.

...

When my son got home, snow grit was mixed into his shoes and socks, and most of his body was already soaked through.

His little face was frozen red, and just like in my previous life, he was burning hot.

But he still forced up a smile and smiled at me. "Ethan's fine. I made Dad worry."

It felt like the tip of a needle stabbed into my heart, sour and painful.

With red eyes, while I changed my son into dry clothes and fed him fever medicine, I thought again of memories from my previous life.

In my previous life, my son didn't give up his seat to his wife's older sister's husband's son, and instead wanted to come back first to see a doctor.

But she decided he was throwing a tantrum and cruelly left him at the school five miles away for the whole night.

In the end, it was still me who, crying, found my son burning with a high fever and unconscious and brought him back home.

Out of the corner of my eye, my gaze fell to my side. On my son's diagnosis report, thankfully this time everything was still in time.

In this life, my son and I won't fuss over true feelings anymore. As long as Jasmine can do a mother's duty and find a matching bone marrow source for my son, that's enough.

When it was completely dark, Jasmine finally came back with Derek and his son.

Carrying big bags and small bags, and also bringing a warm, cozy hot pot smell all over her.

An unnatural look flashed through Jasmine's eyes. "It was too cold today, so I just took the two of them to eat something outside."

After thinking about it, she rarely added, "You also know, these years it hasn't been easy for him to live alone with the child. Tommy isn't like Ethan. Since he was little, he hasn't eaten much..."

I didn't say anything.

I only swept a glance at Tommy's sturdy build, which was an obvious contrast with my son.

A smug look flashed through Derek's eyes, and he smiled as he patted his son, acting like the man of the house.

"Tommy, be good. Hurry and share the toys Mrs. Sullivan bought with your little brother."

But Tommy cried as he hugged two identical toy cars tightly in his arms, lying on the floor and rolling around.

"No, no! Mrs. Sullivan bought all of these for me!"

Derek pretended to scold him a couple of times, and said awkwardly:

"Sorry, brother-in-law. This kid is usually spoiled by Jasmine..."

I subconsciously looked toward Ethan. Every time it was like this, he would always cry and make a huge scene.

But now his face was calm.

"Then Ethan won't have them. Leave them all for big brother."

A sharp pain stabbed at the tip of my heart. He already knew that an unloved child had no reason to cry and make a scene anymore.

Guilt flashed in Jasmine's eyes.

She reached out wanting to hug me, but I turned sideways and avoided her by taking something.

Displeasure flashed through her eyes, and the earlier guilt was swept away.

"When did you get so petty? Why are you getting mad at a kid?"