My whole family could hear my thoughts.

Twenty years after I was abducted, I finally reunited with my family.

However, they used the thoughts they could hear to find out my bank account's passwords and PIN codes, all so that they could steal my savings.

When they knew I was being stalked by a pervert, they offered me up on a silver platter just for the money he provided.

I ended up getting locked up by the pervert and tormented to my death.

When I opened my eyes once more, I found myself back to the day when it all began.

I was going rabid deep down.

'Did Mom not use all of my money to support Mr. Warner next door?'

'Should I tell Mom and Dad that Alex is actually gambling instead of going to work?'

'I think Dad is attracted to Alex's girlfriend. What do I do?'

This time, I want to see them turn against each other and reap the consequences of their own actions.

Rebirth

"You've worked for years. You must have saved up a lot, right?"

I opened my eyes to find my mother expectantly staring at me.

She asked me the same question in my last life.

I was abducted by human traffickers twenty years ago. Finally, I was reunited with my family.

The moment I moved back home, my parents began to ask about and hint at my savings.

I was vigilant and kept quiet.

However, I had not expected them to be able to hear my thoughts. They were even to lure me into thinking about my bank account details, passwords, and PIN codes. While I was away, they stole the 200,000 I had been saving up for my own shop.

When I begged and pleaded for them to return the money, they only scoffed and smirked at me.

"We gave you life. It's expected for you to pay us back!

"If our son didn't need money for his wedding, we would never have taken you in."

They took away all my identification documents and forced me to work at one of those shady factories that overworked and underpaid its workers, all so the money could go to them.

Not long after that, I drew the attention of Jason, that perverted man.

That man wanted to steal me away and force me to bear his kids in some remote village. To make me give in to him, he dragged me into some dark alleyway after work to have his way with me.

I fought like my life depended on it, and I finally escaped. However, back home, my family heard what happened through my thoughts.

They approached Jason and sold me to him for 20,000.

He dragged me back to the village and locked me up in the pig pen, where I was tormented for months before I finally ended my life to get away from the humiliation.

To my surprise, I opened my eyes once more and back to the day it all started.

I looked around me. Everyone was staring at me with greed in their eyes.

What a joke. I had wasted over a decade of my life seeking my family. Yet, they were just beasts in human skin.

"I asked you a question. How much have you saved up?"

Dad repeated the question when I did not answer.

I snapped out of my thoughts and hesitantly shook my head.

"I did not graduate from a university, and I had always been working entry-level jobs. I don't have anything saved up."

When I said that, everyone's face went dark.

"Didn't you say you started working at thirteen? Do you really have no savings?" Suspicion shone on Mom's face.

I shook my head once more.

"My pay was always low. All the money I earned went to my bills and expenses."

"You're useless!" she barked out.

"Since you're back, get a job and help out at home. Your brother is getting married soon. He needs money!"

I nodded obediently.

That finally caused her face to look less unpleasant before she headed to the kitchen, grumbling the whole way.

When the kitchen door closed behind her, I instantly started sulking in my thoughts.

'I must have saved up around 200,000 over the years.'

The eyes of my dad and my brother, who were still in the living room, instantly lit up. They snapped their heads around to stare at me.

I continued to think in my mind.

'Didn't Mom use that money yesterday to help Mr. Warner, the neighbor, with his financial crisis? Why ask me this now?'

'She even made me lie to Dad…'

I instantly saw my father's face go pale with fury.

He abruptly dashed into the kitchen.

Soon, I could hear crashes as a fight broke out in the kitchen.

"Tell me! Where is the money? When did you use it to help that cheat?" Dad sounded furious.

"I didn't! I didn't do it..."

Mom cried as she denied the accusations, but that only made the beating worse.

After all, it was not like she had never done that before.

She came from the same village as Mr. Warner, and they had dated a few decades ago.

They lived close to each other now, so she would rush over to help him whenever he was experiencing any difficulty. Dad even caught them a few times.

The beating in the kitchen lasted more than ten minutes.

In the end, Dad dragged Mom out of the kitchen, bruised face and all.

"You'll go and ask for the money now, or I'll kill you!"

Alex's Gambling

"He's going through a tough time lately. Why don't we let it be?"

Mom could not bear to trouble Mr. Warner.

As soon as she said that, Dad slapped her across the face.

He pinned her against the ground and kicked her a few times. Still, he was furious. He grabbed a steel pole from the corner of the room and began hitting her with it.

"shameless! You used my money to support another man! How dare you tell me to forget about it! Do you have a death wish?"

Mom was beaten black and blue, even missing two of her teeth. Finally, she caved in.

"I'll go! I'll go right now."

That was when Dad stopped.

He decided to go with her to prevent her from pulling any tricks.

As soon as they left, Alex, my brother, started cursing our mother out.

"Serves her right!"

He was another scumbag as well.

Still, there was no rush. I could take my time.

I will make them suffer the pain I suffered a hundredfold!

Half an hour later, they came back.

"Well? Did you get the money?" Alex hurriedly asked.

"No!"

Dad was pissed. "That coward ran off!"

Our neighbor wasn't a good man. In my last life, he took the money from Mom around this time with the excuse of starting a business when he actually went to a prostitute.

It just so happened that a police raid caught him. He was imprisoned for quite a few months.

Of course, they could not find him now.

The more Dad spoke, the angrier he got. Eventually, he dragged Mom into a corner and began to beat her up once more.

I did not plan to clear the air and stood in a corner with my face hidden from view as I was afraid of being seen grinning.

From that day onward, Mom never had a good day.

Dad spent every day in anger over the missing money and would beat her up every time he was reminded of that. He even forced her to sleep in the store room.

He claimed that a lowlife like Mom had no right to sleep in the same room as him.

That made life easier for me.

One evening, I sneaked into Dad's room with 2,000 in hand while everyone was in their rooms.

"This is all I have left. Take it," I said.

His eyes lit up with glee, and he eagerly counted the money.

"You're a good kid."

I gave him a shy smile. "It's my duty."

As I said that, I focused on a thought.

'The household is going through tough times, yet Alex has started gambling again. What do I do? Should I tell Dad?'

Alex was used to slacking off all the time. He used to gamble so much that he owed over 100,000 in debt.

That debt was just fully repaid.

For that, Alex suffered a terrible beating. A while ago, he told the family that he had found a job and was back to being a proper member of society.

With my thought, the glee on Dad's face instantly vanished.

'Forget it. Maybe I'm mistaken.'

In the end, I said nothing and just kept thinking about it.

Alex had work the next day. As usual, he left the home, claiming it was for work.

Dad secretly followed him.

After a while, Dad realized Alex was not going to work at all. Instead, Alex had made his way into a cardroom.

Dad flew into a fit of rage. He rushed in and punched Alex without saying a single word.

"Dad? Why are you here?" Alex was shocked.

"I told you to focus on your work, yet you dare to gamble again! Do you think I'm dead?"

In his fury, Dad ignored every word Alex said and just kept beating Alex up.

However, Alex was not our mother. After a few punches, Alex started to fight back.

The moment Alex fought back, Dad grew even angrier. He grabbed Alex's head and slammed it against the table.

Caught off guard, Alex hit his head on the corner of the table. Blood splattered everywhere.

The staff were terrified.

"Call the police! Now!"

Wendy, the Girlfriend

Dad stared down at his bloody hands. Finally, he snapped out of his rage and frantically got Alex to the hospital.

The wound on Alex's head needed a few dozen stitches.

With the police's help, the cardroom staff were able to get a few hundred thousand in compensation out of Dad and Alex. It was only then that the incident was done.

Dad wanted to weasel his way out of paying, but the police warned him to pay up or go to jail. Hence, he caved in.

After Dad reluctantly paid the cardroom staff, he went back to lecturing and reprimanding Alex.

"Look at what you've done! We finally get some breathing room, and now you've gambled it all away!"

"Who told you I went gambling?" Alex angrily retorted.

"If you weren't gambling, were you working at the cardroom?" Dad scoffed.

"I... I only took the day off to spend time with my girlfriend!"

Dad could not be bothered to listen to Alex.

"I don't care what you were doing there. Anyway, you'll find a job as soon as you're better!

"If I find you there again, you're dead meat!"

As Alex was in the wrong, he did not continue to argue back.

Only I knew that he was not lying.

It was true he did not have a job, but he was only at the cardroom because his girlfriend was meeting up with her friends to play a few games. He was there to spend time with her.

I bumped into him doing that by chance in my last life.

After Alex was discharged from the hospital, he was able to hide at home to recover from his wound without anyone saying anything.

One night, I brought him a plate of cut fruit and asked the question in my mind.

"I haven't seen your girlfriend before. Why don't you invite her over for a meal this weekend? I just so happen to have a gift for her."

'I've actually been seeing Dad chatting to a girl for the past few days whose profile picture looks exactly like Alex's girlfriend's.'

'Also, I think Dad was at the cardroom to cause a scene because he knew Alex was on a date.'

'I have to help Alex check if Dad actually has any improper motives.'

Alex's face went stiff as he let out a soft curse.

"That shameless old coot!"

I pretended to be frightened. "What's with you?"

'Wait. I didn't say that out loud, right?'

That made Alex believe even more in what I was thinking.

"Nothing. I'll ask her," he coldly stated.

That weekend, Alex's girlfriend came over for dinner.

Not long after she walked in, Dad rushed over to greet her.

"Wendy, you've come a long way. Are you tired?

"You're so beautiful. My son is so lucky to have you as his girlfriend!"

He asked about her family, her health, and everything. It was like he was throwing himself at her.

The longer Alex watched his behavior, the angrier Alex got. He dragged Wendy over to his side so that she was far away from Dad.

"Can't you just speak in a nice and civil manner? Why are you getting so close to her?"

Dad unhappily clicked his tongue.

"She looks like a good kid, so I want to be friendly. What's wrong with that? Who cares if we sit close together? We'll be family anyway!"

He stood up and moved to sit beside Wendy in a self-righteous manner.

Alex could hold his rage in no more and immediately flipped the table on its side before swinging a fist at Dad.

"I'm going to kill you, you shameless old coot!"

"Are you mad? How dare you attack your dad!"

Dad was staring in shock as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"What about it, you beast?" Alex scoffed and sent another punch flying at Dad.

"You ungrateful brat! You must have a death wish!"

Dad flew into a fit of rage as well and started punching back.

The two men were soon wrestling in the middle of the living room, punching and being punched.

Alex was a lanky and smaller man, so he could not win against Dad.

After the second time he fell to the ground, he grabbed the fruit knife from the floor and aimed it at Dad.