Chapter 3

This time not just me—even the workers were shocked. They took turns checking my phone.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"There's nothing left in your house. How is it still using electricity?"

One worker glanced around and muttered quietly.

"Miss, could there be something... unclean... in your house..."

Hearing his words, the others' faces changed instantly.

They shoved the phone back at me and fled.

Looking at the empty house, my heart filled with despair.

I'd never believed in supernatural nonsense, but now except for this, there seemed to be no other explanation.

But what should I do?

Was I destined to be burdened with massive debt in this life too?

Suddenly there was knocking at the door. I opened it to find my parents.

They cheerfully handed me fruit and vegetables.

"Hazel, we've been busy at work these past few days, so we're only coming to see you now."

"How is it? Are you living comfortably in your new house?"

I smiled bitterly and didn't answer.

They looked behind me curiously. The next second, their smiles froze!

Dad rushed into the house, looking at the debris on the ground, utterly shocked.

"Hazel, what happened?"

"Wasn't this fully furnished when we bought it? How did it become a bare shell?"

I pulled out my phone, opened the website, and showed them.

My parents' faces instantly went pale.

Dad angrily kicked over a stool on the ground.

"Heartless realtor! How dare they scam my daughter!"

"Hazel, don't worry. Dad will go find them right now and make them exchange it for you!"

Mom silently helped me clean up the house.

Looking at her thin figure, my tears fell uncontrollably.

In my past life, I dragged them down, forcing them to borrow from loan sharks to help me pay the debt.

This life, I absolutely couldn't do that again.

I walked into the bedroom, found paper in the ruins of the desk, and began writing a will.

If in the end I still couldn't find out why, after my death this house would automatically be donated.

That way even if huge fees accumulated later, it would have nothing to do with my parents.

As I wrote, I suddenly found a section of wire under the desk.

The bedroom wiring wasn't in this location at all. Why would there be a wire here?

Thump thump thump!

My heart suddenly pounded violently!

Could this be the source of the $100,000 electric bill?

Grabbing the wire, I wanted to see where it led.

But no matter how hard I pulled, the wire never reached its end.

Just as I was puzzled, suddenly Mom's voice sounded behind me.

"Hazel, what are you doing?"

I whipped around. Mom's eyes were fixed deadly on the wire in my hand.

Her expression wasn't like her previous loving one—it carried a hint of darkness.

My heart instantly tightened.

A bad thought vaguely surfaced.

I forced a smile at Mom, trying to sound casual.

"Mom, I'm cleaning up the bedroom."

"I want to help so you're not too tired."

Mom looked at me suspiciously for a few moments, then snatched the wire and shoved it back under the desk before pulling me out of the bedroom.

"Mom's not tired, you don't need to clean."

"You've been mentally and physically exhausted these past few days. You need to rest properly."

I wasn't willing to give up. I tried to get around Mom to look at that wire again.

But unexpectedly, Mom took several steps directly in front of me, her hands gripping me like iron clamps, trying to pull me out of the room again!

Looking at Mom's evasive expression, the panic in my heart grew larger and larger.

Why did she keep stopping me from inspecting the wire?

Could there really be some unspeakable secret there?

The terror of my past life's death kept crashing over me. I panicked instantly.

I shook off Mom's hands and grabbed that wire, yanking hard!

The next second, my pupils shrank!