Chapter 2

I agreed just like in my past life to give Serena money for treatment, but this time every payment would come directly from my account.

They exchanged glances. Their expressions turned stiff, but they still nodded.

That evening, we found our son Dylan in low spirits.

Tears burst from my eyes. I pulled him into a tight hug.

Normally, he'd complain I was being too dramatic.

But today, he didn't. Instead, he hugged me back. Just as tightly.

That's when I knew. My son had been reborn too. Just like me.

Vincent sat on the sofa like he owned the place, yelling at Dylan.

"I heard that you're competing with Raven for the Stanford scholarship?"

Dylan emerged from my embrace and looked his father in the eye.

"This is the result of my hard work. I deserve it!"

Vincent slapped our son hard across the face. Blood trickled from the corner of Dylan's mouth.

"You little bastard, don't you know how to be humble? Her mother is still lying in the hospital! Raven needs this spot more than you do. Listen to me, call your teacher right now and give the spot to Raven. Besides, this was your mother's idea too, right?"

Vincent frantically shot me meaningful looks. To curry favor with Serena, he was truly generous.

He was even disregarding Dylan's future. What kind of father was he?

I walked to Dylan's side, carefully wiping the blood from his face, and gave my husband a clear answer.

"We're not giving it up. Why should we? If she really has what it takes, she doesn't need us meddling."

I stared directly at Vincent, my eyes showing no weakness.

He slapped my hand away and said, "Are you being foolish too? Didn't you say everything comes after your best friend? Besides, she's a girl. What's wrong with Dylan being a gentleman?"

I shook my head and pointed to the trophies on the bookshelf.

"See those? Dylan earned every one through his own efforts. You don't know how important this opportunity is to him!"

"What you're doing will break your son's heart!"

Dylan stood by my side, gripping my hand tightly.

We stood facing my husband, both thinking the same thing.

"This time, no matter what, we won't let the tragedy of our past life happen again."

Vincent sensed our firm stance and stormed off to his room, cursing.