Meanwhile, my daughter was raised by them, growing up spoiled and helpless, a shadow of her former self.
At a young age, she married and repeated my tragic cycle.
At some point, I found myself watching them live happily with a calm heart.
It wasn't that I didn't hate them.
If I could, I would have killed them all myself.
But more than anything, I hated myself.
I had so many chances to save both myself and my daughter, but I missed them all because of my weakness.
I couldn't reconcile that.
"Do you want a chance to start over?"
Without hesitation, I nodded.
My consciousness faded, and when I opened my eyes again, I heard my mother-in-law's voice persuading me. "Diana, you know you've given birth to a useless girl, and you won't be able to have more children. Our Smith family can't end like this. Andy is at least a boy. Just transfer the house to him."
Before I could react, I heard Robert's voice follow. "My mom is right. A girl doesn't need a house, but Andy is different. He is the only son in the third generation of the Smith family. Even though he is from another woman, after our daughter gets married, she'll need Andy to rely on."
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