Chapter 4

As the day of Lucas's departure drew near, I whined to my parents about missing Grandma and wanting them to take me to see the new pony at her place.

My parents always doted on me, so they packed up without hesitation and took me out.

Just then, Mrs. Wilson opened her door and was surprised to see us leaving.

"Going out?"

My dad nodded with a smile, "The kid misses her grandma, so we're going for a few days."

Mrs. Wilson smiled and nodded, watching us leave.

I pretended to be nonchalant, but in reality, I was clenching my fists tightly in hatred, trying not to let my emotions show.

It was laughable how in my previous life, I thought Mrs. Wilson truly cared for me. It wasn't until later that I realized her intentions were never pure from the beginning.

She had long had her eye on our house, which was why she worked so hard to bring Lucas and me together after my parents passed away.

Back then, having lost my parents, I was crying every day. The gentle and good-natured Mrs. Wilson took care of me daily, making me let down all my defenses.

Add to that my feelings for Lucas, and I naturally agreed.

Little did I know that they had been planning this all along.

I took a deep breath, hiding the slight trembling caused by my anger, and started chatting with my parents about Grandma's new pony, while catching a glimpse of Lucas hurrying away out of the corner of my eye.

Lucas must have realized that I had also been reborn, so he had to move up his plan to run away and chase his dreams.

My parents and I had just arrived at Grandma's house and were enjoying dinner when Mom received a call from Mrs. Wilson.

"Lucas is insisting on going to New York to be a singer. He's not going to college anymore. Now he's acting like it's a matter of life and death, and his father and I can't talk him out of it... Could you ask Ava to come back and try to persuade him? After all, the two kids are close, and Lucas listens to Ava!"

The script was almost identical to my previous life. Mom looked at me, a bit troubled.

After all, it wasn't easy to go back at this time from the countryside.

I calmly put down my chopsticks and took the phone from Mom's hand.

"Mrs. Wilson, this is Lucas's own decision. I have no right to interfere, and even if I did, he would resent me for it. I think you should respect his choice!"

I hung up decisively, not forgetting to block Mrs. Wilson's number. My swift series of actions left even my parents stunned.

Grandma was the first to speak up, telling them to continue eating, muttering that other people's business is their own karma, and we shouldn't interfere. I thought Grandma's words couldn't be more right!

After dinner, I was crouching in the yard, petting the dog's soft head, when my parents came over.

"Ava, what's been going on with you lately..." Mom hesitated, "It feels like you're different somehow."

Dad didn't say anything, but he looked at me with concern.

Their gaze made my nose tingle, and as I wiped my eyes, I realized there were actually tears.

"Mom, Dad, let me tell you something. I had a dream."

I lied about having a dream and told them everything that happened in my previous life. When they learned that after their deaths, I had been manipulated by the Wilson family all along, Dad's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

They always believed me, especially since I said the story began with Lucas wanting to go to New York and Mrs. Wilson begging me to find him.

They also understood why I suddenly wanted to come to Grandma's house and why I adamantly refused to go find Lucas.

"Oh, my dear child, my precious baby."

My mom was always easily moved to tears. Even though she knew it was just a dream, she quickly hugged me, her tears falling on my head one by one, feeling incredibly sorry for me.

Dad lit a cigarette nearby and made a decision.

"Ava having this dream might mean that the Wilson family is bad luck for us. I've decided, we'll move as soon as we get back! Get far away from them."

I didn't expect my parents to support me to this extent. My nose tingled, and I nodded tearfully.

At the same time, I hugged Mom tighter, feeling her warmth.

We stayed in the countryside for half a month, and I noticeably tanned quite a bit.

When we left, Grandma packed a car full of food for us.

We still had to live in the old house for a while before moving. As soon as we arrived at our front door, Mrs. Wilson quickly opened her door. With red,

teary eyes, she looked at us, unable to hide the traces of resentment in her gaze.