Before the high school entrance examination, my nephew, Ethan Rogers, became depressed and was reluctant to study.

However, my brother's wife, Daisy Cooper, planned to inspire him by bullying him.

When I realized something was wrong, I quickly stopped her and took Ethan to a psychologist.

It helped him get out of depression and successfully get into high school.

But later, Ethan failed the college entrance examination and ended up having very humble work with a miserable salary.

However, Daisy brainwashed him, "If your aunt, Amber Rogers, hadn't interfered with my way of education, you would have soared to fame and lived a life of luxury."

Ethan held a grudge against me because of her misleading words and put drugs in my food every day.

Eventually, I became mentally ill, and my family sent me to an asylum where I was tortured to death.

After rebirth, after Daisy found out that Ethan was skipping school, she forced him to slap himself in public.

This time, I echoed, "Good job! Students should focus on their studies!"

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"I spend money on you to study hard, not to cheat and skip all your classes! This is the last chance. Slap yourself 100 times in public, or I won't be your mother!"

As the familiar roar sounded in my ears, I suddenly realized that I was reborn.

In my previous life, it was also on a Friday when Daisy invited us to go shopping on a whim.

Halfway through our shopping, she noticed that Ethan, who should have been studying hard at school, was idling in the mall.

She had always been eager for her son's success, and what she saw irritated her instantly.

Regardless of the other's judgement, Daisy grabbed Ethan by the collar and started scolding him for 20 minutes.

Ethan explained timidly that he felt suffocated as soon as he arrived at school.

However, Daisy reputed him for being so artificial and said that she shouldn't have given in to him everything, which led him to such bad habits.

She sneered and said, "You just live too cozily, lacking in beating and whippings. From today on, I will use a different way of educating you."

The new method of education she mentioned was to force him to slap himself 100 times in public.

After noticing his bad mental state, I quickly realized that there must be a more severe problem with Ethan.

Then, I stopped Daisy and sent him to the hospital.

Later, Ethan was diagnosed with depression.

With treatment in the hospital, he gradually recovered and successfully took the high school entrance examination.

But what I didn't expect was that Daisy would blame me for Ethan's future mediocrity.

Several years later, he failed the college entrance examination and was repeatedly rejected from job applications.

Daisy would add fuel to the fire whenever he failed. "If you hadn't listened to your Amber and gone to that damn hospital for treatment, you would have earned a million dollars a year receiving my education."

After she repeated it a thousand times, Ethan actually began to believe it.

He asked my mother, Peyton Wilson, to cook for me every day and then secretly put drugs in the meals.

I ate it heartfully but ended up going insane.

Daisy was very happy after she knew that Ethan did those to me.

She forced Peyton to make a choice: whether she sent her own daughter to a mental hospital or put her own grandson to prison.

In the fear of hurting the little one, Peyton decided to hush me up.

After being locked up in an asylum for three years, I was turned into a real lunatic and died on the electric shock chair.

In my second life, which was the current moment, Peyton encouraged me to persuade Daisy to not torture her beloved grandson.

Instead of listening to her, I looked at Daisy with full approval. "Daisy is right. Students should focus on studying!"

My approval inspired her to make Ethan go through the punishment of slapping himself a hundred times.

Facing the fiery gazes of the people around him, Ethan promised with a swollen face and tears that he would never skip any classes again.

Daisy boasted to herself proudly, "Children nowadays are so hypocritical and fragile. They feel uncomfortable all day long when they study. You see, fists and curses will make everything better."

She believed that with this kind of education, Ethan would be diligent and motivated.

Only then could he be admitted to a grand high school, an Ivy League university, and find a job with an annual salary of over a million.

OK!

I was ready to see how this bullying-style education would help that little loser!

When we got home that night, my brother, Peter Rogers, was heartbroken to see the injuries on Ethan's face.

He thought his child was sick and resorted to me, especially when he heard that Ethan repelled the school and felt uncontrollably suppressed and unbearable.

"Amber, one of your best friends studies psychology, right? Take Ethan to see her tomorrow." In my previous life, he demanded me to do the same thing.

Then, I was busy looking for experts in the field of psychology for Ethan and spent almost a couple of thousand dollars, including the prescription.

Peter was a taxi driver, and Daisy was a full-time housewife at home.

Since they didn't have much savings, they were naturally reluctant to spend the money.

Meanwhile, Peyton came from the countryside and didn't trust hospitals at all. She thought doctors were all swindlers.

So, she also decided to stop Ethan's mental treatment.

I couldn't bear to see my nephew suffer from depression and end up killing himself and afforded the medical expenses myself.

But all my energy and money in my previous life was in exchange for Ethan's ungrateful harm to me.

This time, I would not make myself so pathetic with unnecessary sympathy.

After hanging up the phone, I looked at Peter helplessly.

"She is still in an internship and cannot practice medicine on her own. The professor in charge of her can see what Ethan's problem is, but it's a little costly," I said.

Peter looked hesitant, "How much is it?"

I said, "If you get an internal discount, the registration fee is two hundred dollars for one time, and the examination and prescription will cost at least 2,000 dollars."

Hearing this, he gasped in surprise.

Peyton immediately said to me, "But Peter and Daisy can't afford so much money. Amber, do them a favor. Ethan is your nephew, and he will definitely not forget your help when he becomes successful in the future."

As she nudged Ethan, he nodded woodenly.

I shrugged. "Mom, you know hospitals burn patients' money. I just found a job, and I'm afraid it won't work asking my boss to pre-arrange my salary now."

I lied to them.

During college, I saved almost 100 thousand bucks by tutoring and writing online articles.

But they wouldn't get a penny from me.

Seeing Daisy's hesitant face, I suddenly had an idea. [Ethan's aversion to school may not necessarily be a mental illness. Didn't Daisy say that she has a good way of education, which must be suitable for him?]

My words boosted her confidence, and she began to lobby Peter with successful cases from some educational experts.

Peter doubtfully said, "Well, maybe we can give it a try?"

Of course, they had to give it a try since they had no money.

Daisy decided to implement it immediately, ignoring the real reason why Ethan was so depressed and kept skipping classes.

She just blurted out her opinions. "Studying is your only way out. If you can't get into high school, your life is over. There is no point in living. You might as well die!"

In the remaining two months, she arranged a dense study schedule for Ethan.

As someone who had gone through the exam Ethan was going to have, I almost had a heart attack watching this, not to mention that Ethan already suffered mild depression.

As soon as I returned home from a business trip in the evening, I heard a roar coming from the house.

"A D- in math and an F in foreign language, what's fucking wrong with your head?!

"A pig on the street is better than you at guessing the answers! Did you really study even for a second?

"Work harder, or kill yourself now, you useless thing! Idiot!"

Daisy poked Ethan's temple with her scarlet nails so hard that his head would hit the wall.

Ethan gripped the test paper with a pale face, sobbing, "Mom, I really am studying, but I just can't concentrate. I have a headache and feel really uncomfortable."

This was not the first time Ethan had complained of having a headache.

But Daisy didn't give a shit about it.

She thought he was lying so as to avoid studying with a fake illness.

Daisy felt obliged to make him realize the importance of studying through punishment.

That was why she targeted Ethan's favorite model planes.

"You have a headache, huh? Let me see if you feel uncomfortable after these things are smashed!" After saying that, she picked up a model plane in the glass cabinet and shattered it.

Ethan was so scared that he burst into tears and begged for her mercy, "Mom, I'm sorry! I will never have a headache again. I will study hard."

However, Daisy was not touched and put another three on the floor.

Then, she found a hammer and threw it to Ethan with a heartless command, "Smash four since you got four Fs in the test. Since I finished one, you'll cope with the rest three."

Ethan shook his head pleadingly.

Seeing he couldn't get the stern Daisy's mercy, he tried to ask me for help. "Amber, please help me. I will study hard in the future. Just don't destroy them."

I just put the suitcase away and comforted him perfunctorily, "It doesn't matter. When your test scores improve, your parents will definitely buy you a new one."

The light in Ethan's eyes dimmed.

He shuttled to Daisy and numbly smashed his favorite toys.

Daisy said proudly, "Next time if you fail any subject in the exam, I will smash one of them. After I smash the model planes, I will smash the other things you like. Do you understand?"

Ethan nodded with a dull look.

Then, he took out his textbooks and studied all night.

Meanwhile, Daisy sat in the living room, constantly showing off how successfully her education was for others.

She said, "You can't praise a child, otherwise they will think they are the greatest in the world and put pressure on us, their parents! Look at my kid. He behaves better after being scolded and doesn't even go to bed but studies until midnight."

She just keeps on bragging.

Little did she know that Ethan didn't actually finish any math problems or remember a word in his text book.