Chapter 5

Soon, Mark and I rode our bike to the orphanage gate.

As soon as Mark stopped, I carried Ruby over to a flowerbed by the entrance.

Ruby, who had cried herself tired, immediately started to wail again, her cries tearing through the air.

I curled my lips into a cold smile and gently placed her on the edge of the flowerbed.

As I stood up, I looked down at her. Her crying stopped for a moment, and I saw a torrent of hatred pour from her eyes.

A chill ran down my spine.

A terrifying thought pierced my mind: Could she have been reborn too?

This thought made the hatred in my heart surge, instantly engulfing me in its tide.

I couldn't stop myself from raising my hand, aiming for her neck.

Just then, Mark called out from behind me, "Honey, it's cold. Let's head home soon. Mom and Dad are waiting."

I snapped back to reality.

Heaven had given me a second chance, not to lead me down the path of despair again.

I had a wonderful life ahead of me. Even if I wanted revenge, I shouldn't throw my entire life away for it.

"Okay," I said.

We went home.