My Husband’s Family Went Mad with Regret Upon My Rebirth

chapter 1

After a week of night shifts, I made a mistake. I injected phenobarbital into my son Albert Morrison's body instead of the intended antibiotic.

This mistake caused Albert to stop breathing on the spot. The hospital declared his brain dead.

Upon hearing the news, my husband Harvey Morrison had a mental breakdown. He became very agitated and could only calm down by holding his nephew Felix Morrison, as Felix looked a lot like Albert.

So, I gave up a valuable opportunity to transfer back to a city job. I used this opportunity to gain the consent of Harvey's late brother's wife, Mila Allan, to let Felix be adopted by our family.

Because of that mistake, I have been extremely careful and hardworking. Even when facing Harvey's cold and disdainful looks every day, I don't mind.

Until ten years later, Mila returned to her hometown, very successful and wealthy. I accidentally overheard her conversation with Harvey.

Mila asked, "Back then, to help me become a city resident, you went as far as switching the medication and personally caused your child's death. Do you really not regret it?"

Harvey coldly laughed and said, "I don't regret it. I promised you that I would make you someone better and more successful than others. With Charlotte's personality, if she knew there was a chance to transfer back to the city, she would definitely fight you to the end." Charlotte Simpson is my name.

He continued, "I could only use my son's death to trap her for life. This way, I could naturally have her raise our child, allowing you to focus on your career without any burden."

I couldn't believe everything I heard. I rushed out of the room but fell into the fast-flowing river.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Albert was declared dead by the hospital.

The painful feeling of not being able to breathe while drowning still lingered in my nose. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Mila's tear-filled eyes.

Mila said, "Charlotte, you're awake. Albert is dead. Please control your grief."

The familiar voice reached my ears, and I suddenly realized I had been reborn.

I was reborn on the day I gave the wrong medication, causing Albert's "death."

Looking at this pretentiously kind face in front of me, I was furious.

In my past life, it was Mila and Harvey who sent Albert to the orphanage.

They even pretended to be heartbroken and reluctant, transferring that ungrateful Felix under my name, making me raise their child.

Back then, I failed to see their hidden, cruel ambitions.

Every time Mila came to my house to see Felix, I would voluntarily work overtime, giving them enough time to be alone together.

I guess they were probably mocking me as a fool behind my back at the time.

I dug my fingernails deep into my palm, forcefully suppressing the hatred in my heart.

Ill settle the score with them for all these wrongs theyve done, one by one.

Phenobarbital doesnt cause immediate death. They must have hidden Albert.

It was urgent, so I couldnt delay. I threw off the blanket and rushed out.

My action startled Mila.

Mila said, "Charlotte, what are you doing? Even if Albert is gone, you have to stay strong. You're still young. You can definitely have more children."

How ridiculous.

Since Felix was adopted into my family, not only have Harvey and I not had any marital life, but even if Harvey and I got slightly closer by about two inches, Felix would loudly broadcast it.

In this era, where newlyweds making louder noises at night would be mocked, Harvey and I lived like the most familiar strangers.

Now, I understand.

As long as Felix is adopted into my family, Mila can effortlessly get a spot to transfer back to a city job.

This way, someone takes care of her child, and she can even conveniently plant a spy between Harvey and me.

This one thing achieves three goals at once. She really knows how to plan and scheme.

Mila tried to stop me. I pinched my thigh hard, and tears immediately streamed down.

I said, "Mila, don't stop me. Without Albert, as a mother, I don't want to live either. Tell me where Albert is. I want to die with Albert."

In my past life, I was completely consumed by the guilt of causing my son's death with my own hands.

I didn't even see the body and hurriedly had them bury Albert.

Mila was completely panicked. She had already taken Albert away. How could there be a body?

She could only scream sharply, hoping someone would hear the commotion and come quickly.

Sure enough, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

My gaze met a pair of bloodshot eyes.

The next second, a large rough hand tightly gripped my neck.

The moment Harvey appeared, Mila let go of her tight grip around my waist.

The suffocating pain quickly overwhelmed me. Looking at Harvey's blood-red eyes, I couldn't stop trembling all over.

In my past life, he went crazy like this, blaming the child's death on me and even trying to drive me to despair.

Only Felix's appearance could calm him down.

At that time, I was filled with guilt, so when Mila suggested adopting Felix under my name, I had no objections.

Back then, I only hoped Felix could bring new hope to our broken family.

He did bring hope, but it wasn't for me.

My breath was taken away, and my vision gradually blurred.

At this moment, a child's voice rang out. "Dad."