Revenge for My Dead Daughter

I sat in my room, sulking.

I had been reborn but allowed this old woman to barge in with her daughter again.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Frank closed the door and hugged me from behind.

"Why did you promise them? They will bring us trouble!"

"Forget it. You can't ask for a leave of absence during the Christmas. Mia relies on Ms. Dale..."

Small kisses landed on the side of my face.

I pushed Frank away and looked at him.

"What's the smell on your body?"

It was a mixture of inferior perfume and second-hand cigarettes.

Frank lowered his head and sniffed his sleeves. "This is the dinner party. There are about 20 or 30 people in the private room. I'm going to take a shower."

I recalled the scene just now.

Frank played with Mia for a while and then played with Ms. Dale's grandson.

He had a good chat with Bonnie.

Bonnie's eyes were so eager that she didn't look like a woman who had just divorced.

Before I was reborn, I knew nothing about what happened next after Mia's death.

I hoped I was not overthinking things.

Ms. Dale was very sensible and only allowed her daughter and grandson to live in the workers' room with her.

The boy was a child with a high demand and cried all night long.

He even woke Mia up several times.

The tragic experience of my previous life was still vivid in my mind. I had to prevent her grandson from staying with Mia.

Frank's business had just been on the right track. He was busy during Christmas and could not stay at home for the next few days.

I had no choice but to ask for leave from my superior.

"Stella, do you know that the work for Christmas has already been settled? You are still a live streamer. If you leave, who will do your work?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have a compelling reason to ask for leave.."

"What reason? I'd like to hear it."

I was stunned.

I can't say that I have the ability to predict the future, can I?

"I can't say."

"I refuse. You're already 30 years old. You should have a direction to your career plan. How many people are eyeing your position? If you slack off a little, someone will take it!"

The leader had always thought highly of me, but now he only felt angry at my failure to live up to his expectations.

"…"

After a long silence, I sighed.

"Sorry, I quit."

When I walked out of the TV station, I felt relieved.

This job gave me a sense of satisfaction and material needs, but Mia's life was the most important.

When I got home, I asked Ms. Dale to sit down with me.

"Ms. Dale, you've been fired."

"What? Madam, did I do something wrong? I will ask my daughter and grandson to leave."

Her salary was 20% higher than that of other nannies. Mia was obedient and I was easygoing. I didn't have to worry about having no one to do this job."

I shook my head and said, "This is because I resigned. I can't afford your salary in the future. You can go now. I'll still pay you for the next few days."

She knew the address of my house and knew Mia. If she went crazy, we would be at a disadvantage.

I chose to spend my money to send them away.

At my insistence, Ms. Dale had to resign.

She begged me to give her a day to buy a ticket before leaving.

I still had a lot of work to do, so I reluctantly agreed.

When Frank got home from work, he angrily asked, "The leaders of the TV station said that you resigned. Why was it like this?

"No reason. I'm tired."

"Do you know that the company's business is not stable yet? If something happens to me, my family will be in danger. Besides, you know a lot of people in the TV station, so it will be much more convenient for you to pave the way for me!"

Oh, of course I knew.

For Frank's company, I had used all my connections to introduce two big shots to him a few months ago.

It was said that every man wanted his wife to be a full-time housewife. If it weren't for the nature of his work, he wouldn't have refused, would he?

Opening the door, Bonnie hugged her son with tears in her eyes.

"Sir, Madam, don't fire my mother... I'll move out now."

Bonnie left with her son overnight. Frank had a good relationship with my boss, so he didn't hand in the resignation letter to the higher-ups at all.

That night, he invited me to drink red wine.

"Honey, I saved your job. How can you thank me?"