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

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."