After my mother became paralyzed, she asked me to take care of her.

And she promised to leave her houses and savings to me after her death.

I believed her and quit my job to become her full-time care worker.

But as soon as she died, my brother Jason Moore took the will and said that her savings and the houses were his.

During the argument, Jason pushed me down the stairs.

After rebirth, I smiled coldly, "Whoever you are, I won't take care of you anymore!"

***

"Rita Moore, I am counting on you from now on. You can't ignore me."

It was my mother's turn to suffer!

In my previous life, after my mother became paralyzed, she called me to her bedside, held my hand with tears in her eyes, and begged me to take care of her for the rest of her life.

Seeing that I was hesitant, she promised that she would give me her savings and the houses after her death.

I agreed!

In order to take better care of her, I even quit my job and became her full-time care worker.

I scrubbed her, emptied her bed pan, and bought all kinds of nutritional supplements for her.

Under my care, she lived for five years, even though she was originally given only three years to live.

It was only after she died that I realized that it was an elaborate scam!

She had already made a will that after her death, all her property would be inherited by Jason.

All I had was her verbal promise, which was not counted.

I was unwilling to be fooled by them like that, so I went to Jason to argue with him, but he pushed me down the stairs and I died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again and saw the old yet shrewd face in front of me, I felt a surge of hatred rising to the top of my head.

Why didn't I see the calculation in her eyes in my previous life?

So when she made the same request as in her previous life, I sneered, "You never raised me in the past twenty years, and now you ask me to take care of you. How can you be so shameless?

"Don't you have a precious son? Go find him."

When I was less than a year old, my father died in a car accident.

The man who hit him to death was a wealthy businessman.

The wealthy businessman had always valued his reputation the most, and seeing how hard it was for my mother to raise me and Jason, he compensated us with two million dollars and a 2,153-square-foot house.

Seeing so much money, my mother immediately signed the reconciliation agreement happily.

But after getting the money, she threw me to my grandmother.

She thought I was a useless girl and was determined to pay more attention to Jason.

I was raised by my grandmother, and my mother never paid child support.

Since I was a child, I had lived with my grandmother in an old and shabby house, eating white bread and potatoes.

My mom lived in the big house with Jason, eating steak and sandwiches.

Later, when I was old enough to go to school, she refused to pay my tuition, so my grandmother had to go everywhere to borrow money.

In order to support my schooling, my grandmother, who was in her 60s, still did farm work every day. She was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back.

She also did some laundry for others and worked with me until late at night every day.

Although it was hard, it was the most unforgettable time in my life.

Later, when I went to college, my grandmother's health was failing.

After her death, I worked part-time to complete my studies.

After graduation, I found a good job and also had a side business, and my life was very comfortable.

Just then, my mother suddenly came to the door!

She was paralyzed. Jason considered her a burden and was unwilling to take care of her, so he came up with a mean trick.

He asked my mother to use the inheritance as bait to get me to take care of her for the rest of her life.

But she had made a will beforehand, stating that everything she had would belong to Jason after her death.

Not only did Jason not have to take care of her, but her property also would belong to him after her death.

He was such a shameless bastard.

It was what Jason told me in person when I questioned him in my previous life.

But they didn't know that I was really happy when my mother came to see me.

I was willing to take care of her not for her property.

I had spent far more time and money on her than she could give me.

What I cared about was my mother's company.

It was what I wanted most in my life but never got.

But even my mother thought I took care of her for her property.

She never treated me as her daughter, but as a hired care worker. Even during the five years she lived with me, she never gave me a penny, but ordered me around as if it was her right, and threatened me with her legacy if she was not happy with me.

I endured all of that.

Because she was a patient and only had a few years left to live, I wanted her to feel more comfortable in her last days.

But she teamed up with Jason and fooled me.

My sacrifices and efforts had become a joke.

My mother had never seen me like that.

I was used to trying to please her in the hope of getting a little attention and love from her.

"Rita, I have let you down before. I know I was wrong. I really need you now.

"Of course, I won't let you take care of me for nothing. When I die, all my legacy will belong to you. Will you forgive me?"

In her expectant eyes, I shook my head resolutely, "No! Who the hell cares about your property? You have the nerve to show them off. Aren't you ashamed?"

After being brushed aside by me several times, my mother's face turned cold, "How can you talk like that? I am your mother, and it is your responsibility to take care of me."

She wanted to put pressure on me by using her identity as my mother.

She was so shameless!

"Now that you know you are my mother, where were you when I needed you?"

From childhood to adulthood, she only had Jason in her heart.

Even though Jason had never come to see her in those five years, she had always talked about him.

At that time, Jason, who had been listening outside the door, rushed in.

"That's enough, Rita! Do you still have a conscience? Mom is already like this. Why don't you just agree to her? Do you want to make her mad to death?"

I sneered, "If you are filial, you can take care of her!"

He choked.

"Don't change the subject. I'm different from you. I have a child to raise. You, as a daughter, are more caring than me as a son. And you're not married, so you're the most suitable person to take care of her."

"That's right! You are my daughter. You must take care of me, otherwise... I will sue you in court."

I was disgusted by their shamelessness.

Unable to pressure me morally, they tried to force me with the law.

But I wasn't scared.

"Okay, go ahead and sue me. You abandoned me when I was young. Now you are old and in poor health, so you want me to take care of you. I want to see how the law will judge you."

At worst, I could pay her alimony according to the legal standards.

She wanted me to be the sucker like I was in my previous life. No way!

But I didn't expect them to be so shameless!