The Ungrateful Sister-in-law

1.1 My Ingrate Sister-in-Law

On the day of my nephew Damian Proctor's full-month celebration.

My sister-in-law Tiara Bailey invited many friends.

One of them was said to be the boss of a big company.

She brought some formula from her company for Damian and even tried to get Tiara to invest.

I was worried Tiara would be deceived, so I suggested she think it through.

Later, she heard that the woman made a fortune and moved abroad.

Ever since, Tiara often told Damian that if he'd had that formula, he'd have gotten into a top university, and she could've become a wealthy businesswoman.

As a result, Damian saw me as an obstacle to him getting rich.

During one visit home, he drugged my drink and killed me.

When I woke up, I was back on the day of his full-month celebration.

Seeing Tiara's eager gaze, I smiled and said, "Do as you like. I have no opinion about it."

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I was reborn back to the day of Damian's full-month celebration.

The house was full of people, and most of them were Tiara's friends.

At the moment, she was holding the baby, standing next to a well-dressed woman, trying to butter her up.

The woman was called Ansley Barber, one of her former colleagues.

Ansley pulled out a stack of money from her bag, followed by a can of formula, saying it was for the baby.

Tiara's eyes gleamed at the sight of the money, yet she pretended to refuse, only to accept it gleefully in the end.

"This is money for the baby. Please take it. We're good friends, and I'll cover the baby's formula from now on.

"I'm working at a big company now, making loads of money. If you want to make some too, I'll get you in."

When Tiara heard it, her eyes lit up again, and she turned to me.

"Leticia, what do you think?"

In a daze, I seemed to recall the past life.

Back then, she had asked me the same thing.

At that time, I didn't want her to get scammed, so I told her to think it over carefully. After all, there was no such thing as a free lunch.

I even urged her to buy formula from a legitimate maternity store.

It was for the baby, after all, and if something went wrong, it could harm the child's health.

Tiara wasn't happy with me at the time, but our relatives thought I made sense, so she reluctantly followed my advice.

Later, when she found out that Ansley had made a fortune and moved abroad, she blamed me all day.

She said if it weren't for me, she would've been rich by then.

After Damian grew up, she bad-mouthed me to him every day, as if I was the reason for their poverty.

Damian came to see me as his enemy.

On one visit home, he secretly slipped rat poison into my drink, which killed me.

Snapping out of it, I saw Tiara's expectant eyes and smiled, saying, "Just do what you think is best. I trust you."

Whether or not your son could get into a top university, or whether you made a fortune, none of it had anything to do with me anymore.