The poor student I sponsored stole my family. She drugged my water, turning me into a manic-depressive, unable to control my temper, and I ended up shouting at my parents in a rage. She smeared my character, claiming I was evil at heart, bullying classmates at school, and even pushed her down the stairs at home. As a result, my entire family despised me. My mother said I was evil, and my father said I wasn’t his daughter, choosing to adopt the poor student instead. I was thrown out into the icy cold, and when my manic episode hit, I ran naked in a frenzy to the rooftop, jumping off in a suicidal attempt. But then, I was given a second chance. I was reborn with the ability to hear people’s thoughts. At the dinner table, I revealed Ashley’s thoughts to my parents. “That bitch Monica has been on meds for three years, and now she’s finally lost it! “They still don’t know that Monica’s brother, Parker, isn’t really their son. He’s actually Lena’s child… “Once we kill these two off, the Ford family will be ours!” “Mom, Dad, next week’s adoption ceremony for Ashley needs to be grand. We should invite all the prominent people in town. Can’t let our new member feel neglected.” “Exactly, darling. I’ve already arranged for Ashley to have a custom outfit, one that costs a million dollars. And I’ve invited a bunch of high society ladies. Ashley can’t be embarrassed; she’s part of our family now.” Opening my eyes, I found myself sitting at the marble dining table, where my parents were planning the adoption ceremony for Ashley, the poor student I sponsored. My dad finally made a decision. “We should change your name too. From now on, you’re part of our family. How about we pick a beautiful name for you?” Ashley smiled sweetly at him, “It’s all up to you.” Shocked and angry, I dropped the fork in my hand. “Monica, what’s wrong with you? If you’re not happy, then leave the table!” My dad turned his face, and his expression went from kind to cold. I looked around in disbelief. I was reborn! I was actually reborn into the moment when my parents decided to adopt Ashley. Ashley had been a poor student sponsored by our family. In my past life, both of her parents had passed away, and our family, feeling sorry for her, had been helping with her tuition and living expenses. We gave her the best of everything. While other kids were using cheap phones, she had the latest iPhone and other Apple products. My brother convinced my parents to let Ashley move into our house and transfer to my school. Now, she had lived with us for three years. She seemed to treat me nicely on the outside, but secretly, she tore up my books and even used a knife to hurt me. When my parents found out, she hid behind them, acting all wronged, saying, “It’s nothing. Monica didn’t mean it. I’m fine.” My mom slapped me twice across the face. When I showed them the cuts that Ashley had given me, my dad looked at me with contempt. “You violent psycho. Self-harm and then blame Ashley? This is so disappointing!” “That artery’s right here. Make sure you cut the right place next time,” my older brother, who was a doctor, mocked me while pressing down on the scar. At school, Ashley and a group of bullies had no hesitation in tormenting me, and because I had a history of manic-depression, my parents never believed me when I tried to tell them. The night before the adoption ceremony, Ashley even rolled down the stairs herself, pretending that I had pushed her. My condition worsened, and I snapped, going up to hit her. My parents were utterly disappointed. My mom yelled that I was an evil monster and that she regretted giving birth to me. My dad disowned me from the Ford family, and they embraced Ashley like she was their real daughter. Thrown out into the freezing snow, I ran up to the rooftop during a manic episode and ended my life by jumping off. After I died, I found out Ashley had been drugging my water every day. I wasn’t sick at all. She had made me manic-depressive! Coming back to my senses, Ashley looked at me with feigned concern. “Monica’s freaking out, huh? No matter how much she panics, it’s too late. I’ll soon be the lady of the house!” Her lips didn’t move, but I heard her thoughts clearly.
I was stunned. After being reborn, I found that I now had the ability to hear people’s thoughts. And I could even choose to make those thoughts public. Ashley’s mocking and cursing thoughts came pouring in relentlessly. “What’s with that attitude? If you’re not eating, just leave!” My mother scolded me harshly. I turned around and headed back to my room, my mind already devising a plan. The next morning, the maid, Lena, brought me a glass of milk. “Miss, why aren’t you drinking? It’s still warm.” Lena’s eyes gleamed with something malicious as she smiled at me. I took the milk and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, almost catching her hand. Lena’s face darkened, and she muttered curses to herself for a long while before walking away. Since I knew the milk had been drugged, there was no way I was drinking it. I poured the milk into a flowerpot, and just then, there was a knock on the door. Ashley stood outside, wearing an innocent smile. She entered the room and shut the door behind her. She glanced at the empty milk cup, a satisfied smile crossing her face. She said to me, “I’m going to be part of this family now. You won’t be upset, right? “And don’t hurt yourself just because you’re sad.” With that, she put on an innocent grin and pulled out a small knife. Then, she swung it toward my arm. I sneered. She had drugged me to make me manic-depressive? Well, I was now a real maniac! I slapped Ashley hard, leaving her dazed. She was always the one hitting me; she never imagined I’d actually dare to strike her back. “You… you dare hit me? I’ll tell Dad and Mom…” I delivered another heavy slap, and her cheek immediately swelled up. I didn’t hold back. With each resounding slap, her face quickly became a swollen mess. Ashley had no strength to fight back. She just glared at me with pure malice in her eyes. “Don’t take it personally,” I said, tossing my hand casually, then forced a smile. “I’m just a manic-depressive, you know? Hitting someone when I’m having an episode is totally normal, right?” In my past life, I had been constantly suppressing my emotions. When I had an episode, I’d lock myself in my room and suffer alone. This time, I wouldn’t restrain myself. “Besides, do you really think my parents treat you as their daughter? You’re just a poor student they’ve taken in. They’ve already reached their limit by adopting you. Mom and Dad said all the company shares belong to me!” Ashley clutched her swollen face, her eyes filled with deep resentment. She remained silent as she went downstairs. Sure enough, the moment I entered the living room, my dad slammed a glass onto the floor. “You jealous brat! What did you do to Ashley?” Mom hugged Ashley and cried, “I’d rather not have a daughter like Monica. Ashley, I’m so sorry.” Ashley pressed her hand to her swollen cheek, biting her lip, and said, “I know Monica is upset with me. I don’t blame her…” However, her thoughts were filled with curses. I immediately broadcasted her thoughts. “Why hasn’t that bitch Monica died yet? I’m going to scar her face! “That old hag always cry and hug me. So disgusting! “Just wait, I’ll make sure Monica gets kicked out of this family. I’ll be their only daughter!” Mom, who had been holding Ashley and crying, suddenly stopped, her face frozen in shock as she looked at Ashley. “Why is this old hag glaring at me? Look at her wrinkles; it’s terrifying!” Mom’s eyelid twitched, and she pushed Ashley away, her arms dropping. Ashley quickly shifted her gaze to Dad, whose expression was changing rapidly. “That stupid man just keeps throwing things around. Why can’t he give me a few million in compensation? If he could offer me company shares, that’s even better!” Dad’s face shifted from shock to displeasure. No one wanted a daughter who was already eyeing the company’s assets before even being formally adopted. The atmosphere in the room grew tense, and my parents’ expressions darkened as they looked at Ashley, their gazes now sharp.
They never expected that the sweet and gentle girl that Ashley always presented herself as would hide such malice inside. The strange atmosphere was shattered when my brother, Parker, walked in from outside. When he saw Ashley’s swollen cheek, a flicker of anger passed through his eyes. Without asking a single question, he strode toward me and kicked me hard. “Ashley is your sister! How could you be so cruel?!” If that kick had connected properly, I would’ve likely had internal injuries. But I reacted quickly, dodging, and with one swift move, I tripped Parker, sending him crashing to the ground. He climbed up, his face red with anger, and tried to strike me again, but was stopped by a stern yell from our parents. In the end, our family barely ate anything before scattering in haste. As I thought back on Parker’s attitude toward me, suspicion began to rise in my mind. Ever since I was a child, Parker had always been indifferent toward me. I had assumed he was just cold and distant, but toward Ashley, he was nothing but gentle and patient. It almost seemed as though Ashley was his true family, and I was just an insignificant stranger. Even bringing Ashley into the house and adopting her had been Parker’s ideas. With that thought, I dialed a number. Then, I prepared to head out. As I reached the corner of the stairs, I saw that Ashley’s cheek had noticeably swollen less, and she was glaring at me with venom. “Did you give Mom and Dad some kind of mind-altering drug?” She took two steps back, positioning herself near the edge of the stairs, almost on the verge of falling. In my past life, Ashley had fallen down the stairs in this exact same spot. I had watched her tumble down helplessly, stretching out my hand in an attempt to catch her. But just at that moment, my parents had walked in and assumed I had pushed her. From that point on, they hated me more than ever, treating me like I didn’t exist. Seeing that I wasn’t approaching her, Ashley seemed a bit anxious. She continued to spew venomous curses. “Once I become the Ford family’s daughter, I’ll make sure Mom and Dad kick you out of the house. “Then you can live in the school’s bathroom. How does that sound? You seemed to be fine there before.” I remained motionless, quietly watching her. A flicker of confusion flashed in Ashley’s eyes. Bipolar disorder was easy to trigger, and in the past, she would just need to provoke me a little, and I’d end up arguing with her. This time, I was completely silent. Just then, footsteps approached. Ashley gritted her teeth, then deliberately threw herself down the stairs. “Ahhh!!!” Her shrill scream echoed through the house. My parents and brother immediately dropped their papers and rushed up, helping Ashley, whose mouth was now bleeding. “Ashley, are you okay? We need to call a doctor!” “It’s not Monica’s fault, I was too careless…” Ashley grimaced, her voice filled with feigned pain. “Monica! Did you push Ashley?!” Mom pointed at me, screaming in accusation. I remained expressionless and chose to publicly reveal Ashley’s thoughts. “Well, at least my fake injury worked. Now Dad and that old hag will be completely disappointed in Monica.” Mom’s cry caught in her throat. She glanced down at Ashley, and her face immediately turned livid. “Stop touching me, you old prick! Your disgusting, stinky hands are revolting! If I weren’t pretending, I’d never let you near me!” Dad suddenly stood up, and with a loud thud, Ashley’s head hit the ground. “Damn you, old man! Just wait until you’re bedridden! I’ll slap you senseless! “And Monica… Why didn’t she go crazy? Did the drug not work enough, or did she develop a resistance to it?” Mom and Dad froze, their faces rapidly shifting from confusion to shock.
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