After Rebirth, I Refuse My Best Friend’s PUA

At Vivian's funeral, I couldn't stop crying, and Miranda comforted me.

"Stop crying. Vivian just didn't have what it takes to handle stress. My daughter Elise would never do something like this. The problem lies with Vivian, not you. You could always have another child."

I was immersed in pain, and her words turned all my pain into a raging fire, burning away my sanity.

I grabbed Miranda by the neck.

"You can't say that!"

I beat her black and blue, and she called the police on me. The court found me guilty of assault, and I was imprisoned.

In reality, she just didn't love her child but often manipulated me on how to "love" my child.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had been reborn, back to when Vivian was going to kindergarten.

Seeing Vivian walking towards me with innocence and cuteness, calling me "Mom", I was overwhelmed with emotion, hugged her, and wept.

This feeling of rediscovery was indescribable.

Even if it was a dream, I hoped it never ended, giving me a chance to make things right.

The doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Miranda.

She said with a smile, "Vivian and Elise are both old enough for kindergarten. I've chosen a few that are cheap. They're a bit far away and not very safe. but children should endure hardships, right?"

In my previous life, I chose the same cheap and distant kindergarten under her persuasion.

After school, Vivian had to take a two-hour ride to get home, greatly reducing the time I could spend with her.

I shook my head lightly. "I'll choose a kindergarten nearby."

She didn't expect that I wouldn't just follow her advice this time.

Her expression darkened slightly. "I've done my research. Are you sure you won't listen to me?"

"I've also done my research. Although the kindergarten I chose is a bit expensive, the conditions are excellent and will provide Vivian with the best early education."

Seeing my determination, she decided to compromise.

"Alright, then I'll have Elise go to the same kindergarten as Vivian."

I knew she insisted on both girls attending the same kindergarten because she wanted to take advantage of my private driver to take Elise as well.

That afternoon, many movers came and went to my house.

Miranda was surprised and asked, "Elena, what are you doing?"

"I've bought a lot of nutritional supplements for Vivian."

Vivian was a natural beauty, but in my previous life, I raised her to be an ugly duckling.

"Why bother? Children are like grass; a little water is enough to keep them alive."

Miranda curled her lips slightly, and I ignored her.

She continued talking, "Elise is really unreasonable. The kindergarten offers a free dinner, but she refuses to eat it, insisting on having chicken nuggets that costs tens of dollars after school. What a waste of money!"

I offered a faint smile, choosing not to interfere.

She continued, grinding her teeth, "I was so angry I scolded her. She cried and promised that she would eat plenty of the free meals at kindergarten."

With a self-satisfied air, she said, "That's the right attitude!"

I scoffed inwardly. Miranda treated raising children like an investment focused on cost-effectiveness, always suppressing Elise's true needs. A child growing up this way would surely become sensitive and insecure.

My relationship with Miranda gradually grew distant. I began to deliberately avoid her. We transitioned from being close friends to just ordinary neighbors.

Vivian's personality was vastly different from her previous life.

She was lively and cheerful with delicate skin. I regularly took her for grooming. She never suffered from the appearance anxiety that other teenagers did.

She always stood out in a crowd, exuding confidence and optimism.

I also had a sweet dilemma—to watch over Vivian and prevent her from falling into early romance.

Vivian was just too adorable.

In contrast to Vivian, Elise next door had dull skin, and her once bright eyes had lost their luster.

Her eye sockets were sunken as if she were seriously ill, but Miranda seemed oblivious.