After my rebirth, I decisively called my mother-in-law, who favors sons over daughters, to the city to help me take care of my daughter. In my previous life, when my daughter was craving mango cake, she broke out in red rashes all over her body and had trouble breathing after just one bite. My husband pointed at me and cursed: “I never thought you could be so vicious, actually trying to harm your own biological daughter!” Later, when I took her shopping at the mall, she suddenly cried and hugged my leg: “Mommy, don’t sell me! I still have pocket money—you can take it to buy drugs.” I was pushed down the escalator by angry bystanders and died from the fall. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my daughter would treat me this way. After my rebirth, I returned to the day I bought the mango cake. “Miss, we’re out of mangoes. How about a strawberry cake instead? The strawberry ones are delicious too.” The cake shop employee nudged me, and I suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at the familiar scene before me. “Sorry, miss, mango cakes have been so popular lately that we’ve sold out. Would you like to try a different fruit? Strawberry or cherry would work—I’ll give you twenty percent off.” I calmed down: “Fine, but not strawberry or cherry.” Walking out of the shop with the cake, I let out a long breath, finally certain that I had been reborn. In my previous life, my daughter Nina Wiley had been craving mango cake. I immediately agreed and ran to several cake shops before finding one. After bringing it home, Nina had barely taken a bite when her face suddenly turned red, large patches of rashes appeared on her limbs, and her breathing became labored. I rushed her to the hospital. The doctor said it was fortunate we arrived in time—severe allergic reactions could be life-threatening. My husband Keith Wiley was furious, pointing at me and scolding: “She’s your own daughter! How could you be so heartless!” I stood there stunned. Nina was five years old this Christmas, and I had bought her mangoes several times before without any allergic reactions. Yet this time, she had an allergic reaction after eating the cake I bought. Later, I read online that allergies could develop later in life. Combined with seeing my daughter weak in the hospital bed, I didn’t have the heart to think too deeply about it and could only vow to love her twice as much. One day, I took Nina to the mall to buy dresses. As soon as we walked into the store, she suddenly hugged my leg and cried: “Mommy, don’t sell me! I still have pocket money—you can take it to buy drugs. “I’ll eat less at home from now on and won’t cost you too much money. Mommy, please, I’m begging you.” Her crying attracted the attention of mall shoppers. Angry people pushed me down the escalator, and I died from a broken spine. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my sweet, well-behaved daughter had become like this. On my way home with the cake, I made up my mind that this time I would definitely figure out what had happened and get my revenge. As soon as I got home, Nina immediately rushed over. Seeing the cake in my hands, she smiled happily: “Mommy, you bought cake!” I placed the cake on the table, and Nina immediately pounced over to hug me. Holding her small body, I felt somewhat dazed. How could such an adorable daughter possibly have caused my death? Could what happened in my previous life have just been a dream? Keith walked over: “Honey, you spoil her too much. It’s not even her birthday—why is she eating cake?” I smiled: “We can afford it. As long as Nina wants to eat it, I’ll buy it for her.” Nina made a face at Keith: “Daddy, you’re mean. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” I unwrapped the cake and cut a piece, placing it in front of her. I wanted to see whether I was overthinking things or if I had really raised an ungrateful daughter.
After Nina finished half the cake, she didn’t have an allergic reaction like in my previous life. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the next second, the cake spoon clattered to the floor. “My stomach hurts so bad!” Nina collapsed on the ground, clutching her stomach and rolling around, constantly scratching her arms until she was about to draw blood. Keith quickly picked her up. “Nina, what’s wrong?” Nina covered her throat, her voice weak. “Daddy, my stomach hurts so much, I feel like I can’t breathe.” Keith immediately shouted at me: “Call an ambulance!” I dialed 911 right away and brought the unfinished cake with us before leaving. Nina didn’t fall into a coma like in my previous life. Instead, as time went on, she couldn’t keep up the act and could only pretend to clutch her stomach and say it hurt. At the hospital, the doctor approached and patiently asked her: “What did you just eat?” Nina, lying on the hospital bed, immediately burst into tears. “I ate the mango cake my mom bought me.” She deliberately emphasized the word “mango,” and my heart completely sank. Before the doctor could react, Keith immediately shoved me. “Aisha! Why are you so vicious? Nina is clearly allergic to mangoes! Why would you still buy her a mango cake!” I was completely bewildered. “When did Nina become allergic to mangoes? She never used to be like this.” “I told you ages ago! You’re such an unfit mother, you can’t even remember your own child is allergic to mangoes!” I was even more confused. “When did you tell me? You must be mistaken.” I turned to look at Nina. “Nina, have you forgotten? I used to buy you dried mangoes, and you loved eating them. And wasn’t it you who said you wanted mango cake, which is why I went to buy it?” I hoped she would admit it, but she disappointed me again. “Mommy, you’re so mean. I never said that. I can’t eat mangoes!” I was completely disappointed in her. The girl in front of me was no longer that adorable Nina, and this incident wasn’t accidental—it was deliberate. She was the one who initially asked me to buy the mango cake, but now she claimed she never said that, pushing all the blame onto me. People around us were also drawn over and began criticizing me. “She can’t even remember her daughter’s allergens. She must be a stepmother, right?” “She’s so heartless. If such a cute little girl were my daughter, that would be wonderful.” “This kind of woman doesn’t deserve to be a mother. She’s even trying to shift the blame onto the little girl. Thank goodness this little girl is smart.” Hearing the accusations from everyone around, Keith quickly shoved me again: “Hurry up and apologize to Nina! If you do this again, I’ll divorce you!” I stepped aside to avoid him. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?” “How dare you be so stubborn!” The onlookers all gave Keith advice. “This is child abuse. Call the police and have her arrested.” I ignored these accusatory voices and looked at the doctor. “Is she really having an allergic reaction?” The doctor had only conducted a preliminary examination and hadn’t confirmed anything yet when Keith accused me. The doctor said vaguely: “She has stomach pain and itching in her limbs, which does seem like allergic symptoms.” I nodded and asked Nina again. “Are you sure what you just ate was mango cake?” Nina answered without hesitation: “Yes, you bought mango cake.” Keith didn’t understand what I was doing. He pulled me aside and scolded: “Are you threatening her? Nina is still so young—would she lie?” I let out a cold laugh: “She wouldn’t lie, but she would talk nonsense!”
The cake I brought finally came in handy. “Open your eyes and look carefully—does this spaghetti have mango in it?” “I went to the bakery today, and the owner said they were out of mango, so he gave me peach cake instead.” “Look, this is clearly peach!” I held up the cake and walked around the room, making sure everyone could see it clearly. I even forced the person who had been shouting the loudest earlier to take a bite. After confirming it was peach cake, everyone’s expression toward Keith and Nina instantly changed. “Why didn’t you mention earlier that you bought peach cake?” Keith asked. “Did you give me a chance to speak?” Someone in the crowd muttered quietly, “If this is peach cake, then her allergy was fake. Kids these days are such good actors—they can even fake allergies.” This sudden turn of events caught Nina completely off guard. She sat on the hospital bed, looking lost. The red marks she had deliberately scratched earlier had mostly faded, showing no signs of an allergic reaction—clearly fake. Keith quickly walked over and said sternly, “Nina, you’ve really gone too far this time. Even if you don’t want to go to school, there’s no need to fake being sick.” Nina immediately understood what he meant and began sobbing with her head down. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m a bad child. Please hit me.” If I continued to blame her, I’d look petty. After all, she was just a child, and making mistakes was understandable. I walked over and patted her head. “If you don’t want to go to school, I can call in sick for you. Faking illness is wrong—you nearly scared me to death.” Seeing our family being so harmonious, the onlookers lost interest and dispersed. Since it was confirmed that Nina was faking her illness, there was no point staying at the hospital any longer, so Keith immediately took Nina home. I made an excuse about having something to do and parted ways with them. After watching them leave, I called Keith’s mother, Ruby Wiley. In my previous life, because Ruby favored boys over girls, I caught her stealing Nina’s formula and using Nina’s washbasin to wash her feet. I sent her back to her rural hometown. Keith had even resented me for that incident. But I was just protecting my own daughter—even if it meant being scolded, I had to do it. Now that I realized how ungrateful Nina was, I didn’t want her anymore. After this incident, Nina returned to her usual cute and well-behaved appearance. But I knew in my heart that her current behavior was all an act, and she was ready to cause me trouble again at any moment. That weekend, she suddenly pulled me aside, saying she wanted to go out and play. I didn’t want to go out initially, but as soon as I refused, she started crying sadly, so loudly that neighbors texted me asking me not to hit the child. I had no choice but to take her out. She led me to a wide street, not wanting toys or snacks, just walking forward continuously. I couldn’t help but feel nervous. The quieter Nina got, the more trouble I knew was coming. The next second, when I wasn’t paying attention, she broke free from my grip and rushed toward the main road. Just then, a large truck was heading straight for her. My heart jumped into my throat, and I instinctively lunged forward to push her out of the way. As the truck was about to hit me, the driver yanked the steering wheel hard, and the truck crashed into the landscaped median. The driver wasn’t hurt. He got out and yelled, “Didn’t you watch your kid? You damaged my truck!” I quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ll pay whatever it costs.” I strode forward and slapped Nina twice: “Are you crazy? What if you’d been killed!” Actually, I wished she had been killed. I’d been standing at a distance and saw her expression when the truck crashed into the median—she looked clearly disappointed. She must have been disappointed that the truck didn’t kill me directly. Damn muscle memory. In that instant, I’d acted purely on instinct, lunging to push her away. She was counting on exactly that, trying to get me killed. I couldn’t believe that at only six years old, she could be so vicious. The thought made me hit her even harder. This was the first time I’d ever hit Nina. I had to teach her a proper lesson. I grabbed her by the collar and pushed her toward the driver: “Apologize to him right now!” “Forget it, she’s just a kid. You’d better pay up quickly, plus compensation for lost time. I was supposed to deliver this load tonight.” I nodded repeatedly: “Of course, I’ll definitely pay, whatever it costs.” The driver called the police, and I called Keith. When he heard Nina had nearly been hit by a truck, he immediately dropped everything and rushed over. As soon as he saw me, he scolded: “Aisha, you actually let her cross the street alone? If something had happened to Nina, I wouldn’t forgive you.” I rolled my eyes. I was the one who’d nearly been hurt, while Nina was perfectly fine after I pushed her away—just with slightly dirty clothes. “Just pay up. It’s all your daughter’s fault,” I said. Seeing her backup had arrived, Nina immediately threw herself into Keith’s arms, crying. Her face was red and swollen from my slaps. Keith felt heartbroken seeing it, and his eyes grew even angrier as he looked at me. I just fiddled with my fingernails, pretending not to notice. The driver was eager to make his delivery and immediately urged Keith to pay up. After the damage assessment, the repair costs plus lost wages came to over fifty thousand dollars. Keith was furious. He’d thought it would be a few thousand at most, never expecting the driver to demand so much compensation. I smiled. I wasn’t about to pay that much money—I’d called him here specifically to make him pay. The police also pulled up the roadside surveillance footage, which clearly showed Nina breaking free from my hand and running straight into the road, with me going to rescue her. Even the truck driver praised me for being a good mother. Keith’s expression changed as he looked at Nina, reproaching her: “What were you doing running into the road?” Nina couldn’t tell all these people that she wanted me dead, so she could only use crying to deflect. But this made Keith even angrier: “All you do is cry. Can’t you behave yourself?” “That’s right, that’s tens of thousands of dollars. Your dad and I have to work a long time to earn that much,” I said. As soon as I finished speaking, a familiar voice shrieked: “What? You had to pay tens of thousands of dollars!” Before I could react, Ruby grabbed Nina and slapped her bottom: “You’re nothing but bad luck!” Seeing his mother hit Nina, Keith didn’t know how to stop her and could only watch coldly. After paying the driver, we left the police station. Keith frowned at me: “You go home first. I still have some business to take care of.” I watched his retreating figure thoughtfully. After he’d gone far enough, I handed Nina over to Ruby and quietly followed Keith. Keith went to the hospital and then entered a private room. I slowly approached and looked at the scene inside. Finally, everything became clear. The mystery from my past life was finally solved. I finally understood why my daughter had become the way she was.
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