Aunt's Rebirth and Revenge

Thinking of all the things that had happened in my past life, I loosened my grip on my sister's hair.

"Take your son and get out of my house."

My sister was scared. She picked up Weldon Hampton, who was curled up on the ground, and left my house while cursing.

Although I really wanted to strangle them to death, I tried my best to restrain my desire to kill.

Since God gave me a chance to take revenge in my next life, I would not let myself repeat it!

I took out my mobile phone, downloaded several popular apps for selling second-hand apartment, and advertised my sister's house at a low price to sell.

Two minutes later, more than a dozen real estate agents rushed to send me messages, asking me if I was sure to sell the house at a price lower than 50% of the market price.

I replied in a serious tone, "The house was occupied by my relatives, but I was the owner of it."

Because of this, I had to sell the house at a low price.

The real estate agents said that this was not a big deal. As long as the property owner was me, all obstacles would be handed over to them.

"Thank you very much. Professionals be professionals!"

After that, I told them the one who could sell the house as soon as possible would get extra 100,000 USD to the service fee.

Through the phone, I could feel that the agents were excited in an instant.

Soon, several real estate agents came to my house and took the key of my sister's house so that they could take the clients to check the house.

Come on!

"How can I spare some time to plan the next step if I don't bring big trouble to my sister's family?"

I woke up in the middle of the night.

I broke out in a cold sweat and sat on the bed, gasping for breath.

"Whoosh!"

A rough voice that sounded like a worn-out bellows came from my mouth. It sounded like a dying fish.

I got up and poured myself a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

Then I picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it out of the door, pulled out the key outside the bedroom and locked it from inside.

After checking twice, I lay down with a palpitating heart.

It didn’t matter when I got physical pains.

It was the endless nightmare that dragged people down into the abyss when there were both physical and mental pains.

I dreamed of the details that I had neglected before I died.

That night, I couldn't sleep and gave myself sleeping pill, but I didn't take enough of them. So, when the thief sneaked into my room, I woke up.

Realizing that I was awake, the thief stopped pretending and gave me an evil and vicious smile.

"I didn't want to kill you at first, but since now you're awake, I’ll be good enough to kill you. So please also be good to me for the last time!"

"I will not let you die so painfully."

He picked up the pillow next to me and covered my face. After being drugged, I couldn't breathe, and I felt suffocated.

My desire to live made me struggle desperately, but I was so dizzy that I couldn't exert any strength, and I couldn’t compete with an adult man.

Gradually, my strength decreased and my breathing became weaker.

But I was still breathing when I saw Weldon Hampton standing by the door.

I hoped that he would rush over to save me.

At the same time, I also hoped that the thief had a kind heart and could wake up in time.

Because of the lack of oxygen, my eyeballs popped out. I looked at him with pleading eyes.

But my whole face was covered by the pillow, and Weldon Hampton couldn't see it at all.

Tears and snot rolled down my face and stuck to the pillow.

Finally, my trembling legs and arms stopped moving.

I was dead.

I was killed by a thief.

But I died mostly because of my indifferent nephew, who had been raised by me.