In my previous life, my daughter, Isabel, and I had been relying on each other. Then, I remarried Kellan Reid and entrusted him with the company I worked hard to establish. After that, I stayed at home to take care of the family.

I was educating Mose Reid, my stepson.

Mose was mischievous. I disciplined him strictly in hopes of guiding him onto the right path. However, he resented me for being too strict and harbored deep hatred towards me.

Besides using various means to harm me, he spread rumors about me being a wicked stepmother.

Because of his long-term bullying, Isabel committed suicide, rendering me heartbroken and bedridden.

The father and son left me suffering torment in bed, all for the sake of seizing my property. In the end, I passed away.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the hospital which I had been admitted into when Mose had poisoned me.

Seeing Mose pretending to be obedient by the bedside, I felt a sense of joy.

"Boy, I will make you suffer miserably this time!"

I opened my eyes with the strong smell of disinfectant permeating my nostrils.

I stared at the ceiling, feeling puzzled.

I had died in the hospital, but when I opened my eyes, I was still in the ward.

"Mom, you're awake. That's great!"

I looked towards the sound and saw my 8-year-old stepson leaning over the edge of the bed. Looking at me obediently, he smiled pretentiously.

Trembling all over, I couldn't say anything due to excitement.

"You little brat, in this life, I'll surely torment you to death."

I was reborn.

In my previous life, I had an extremely miserable life.

I was originally a single mother, working hard to establish a start-up while raising Isabel.

When my company was doing better and better, I fell in love with my subordinate, Kellan.

Kellan was a single father. I admired his abilities. I could empathize with the hardships he had gone through while raising Mose alone. We got along very well with each other.

Soon, we decided to get married. After marriage, he urged me to hand over the company to him, advising me to stay at home to take care of the household and raise children.

Of course, he was asking me to educate Mose, Mose Reid.

Mose was very naughty. I put in a lot of effort to discipline him.

He hated me because of my strictness. Besides using various means to harm me, he spread rumors everywhere that I abused him.

Kellan favored him a lot, which emboldened him.

And Isabel, who had been bullied by him for a long time, couldn't bear it. She jumped off the building to commit suicide.

I, who couldn't bear the blow, thus fell ill.

I thought Kellan would consider the affection between us and actively treat my illness. Unexpectedly, the father and son let me suffer from pain on the sickbed to embezzle my property. Finally, I passed away.

Recalling the pain I suffered in the previous life because of Isabel's death and that suffering on the sickbed, I couldn't help but feel sad.

The reason why I was hospitalized now was that I had met Mose formally for the first time yesterday. He pretended to be obedient and served me a dish that he specially cooked. He deliberately added a drug to it after doing research online.

I smiled and excitedly grabbed his hand.

"Kid, intentionally poisoning others is a serious crime!"

Mose took two steps back in fright with a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

But he regained his composure soon.

"Mom, poisoning? I don't understand what you're saying."

"Give me your phone!"

I showed a fierce look and reached out my hand in front of him.

He hesitated for a moment. In the end, out of fear, he reluctantly took out his phone and handed it to me.

I clicked open a shopping app. Then, I found the transaction records for his buying the drug that caused my hallucinations as well as his chat records asking customer service how to poison someone. Then, I quickly took out my phone, took a photo, and handed it back to him.

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Looking flustered, he stubbornly said, "Mom, this is not evidence. I'm only 8 years old. Even if I am intentionally poisoning you, I won't be arrested."

I smiled and picked up my phone to operate it.

A few minutes later, I showed him the post I had updated on Twitter.

The post read, [How to deal with a stepson who wants to poison me on the first encounter? Don't ask me as I am hospitalized now.]

The post was attached with pictures showing me lying pale on the bed, his online shopping orders, and chat records.

"You may not be convicted based on your age, but online bullying happens to anyone regardless of the age, my dear son!"

He couldn't stand anymore as he sat down on the ground.