The Unwanted Son

In my past life, my selfish son, Mathias Keyton, got himself a girlfriend when he first started studying at university.

When he introduced his girlfriend to us, we were very satisfied with her behavior and demeanor.

At first, my husband, Thomas Keyton, and I thought that Mathias had already grown up into a mature adult and wanted to settle down with his girlfriend.

But who would've thought that reality would be the exact opposite?

Mathias' girlfriend, Pamola Dentworth, may have looked fragile and dainty, but she was actually a woman who clung to her mother and prioritized her little brother's needs more than anything else. Also, she was very vain and materialistic.

Honestly speaking, Pamola had to be one of the worst people I had ever met.

After she married Mathias, she suggested that we live together. Her excuse was that she wanted to take good care of us.

But Pamola was quick to convince Mathias to give the house Thomas and I had bought for them to her brother. In fact, she even planned on asking her parents to move in with us!

After I disagreed with Pamola's suggestion, she seemed unhappy with me.

In the end, Mathias and Pamola came up with a scheme just to get their hands on our assets in advance.

They signed us up for an international tour with the excuse of wanting us to have fun on our vacation. But once we left the country, they were quick to orchestrate a car accident that killed us on the spot.

Just like that, we were forever trapped in a foreign country.

Once our assets were listed, Mathias took the initiative to take Pamola and her family on a vacation. He played the role of a good son-in-law well.

Life was amazing for them since Thomas and I were no longer there to restrain them.

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Once I was reborn, I realized I was standing in the kitchen when I opened my eyes. I was still holding a few ingredients in my hands.

It turned out I was about to prepare breakfast for Mathias and Pamola.

In my past life, I couldn't endure Mathias and Pamola's barrage-like hints and requests, so I gave in and agreed them to move in and live with us.

I never thought that my decision would attract endless torture for me and Thomas.

After Mathias graduated from university, he spent his days at home. He didn't go out and socialize with others, nor did he actively go job-hunting.

In his words, he claimed that the employers of high-paying jobs didn't want him. At the same time, he felt that the recruiters of low-paying jobs had low social standing. Also, he wouldn't be able to earn much.

But whose fault was that?

Back when Mathias was still studying, Thomas and I kept lecturing and nagging him. But he refused to listen to us.

Even when we tried to go all authoritarian on him, he still refused to listen. After that, his rebellious streak worsened.

In the end, Mathias managed to get into a half-decent university under my supervision. At university, he refused to learn a single thing at all. We had to resort to our connections and pay a huge amount of money just to get Mathias his graduation certification.

Now, we finally got to see him get married.

Thomas had to put his pride on the line. He began asking his connections just so he could pull some strings and find Mathias a job.

One of his former students, who was grateful to him, recommended Mathias to the company he worked at. That was how Mathias got to become a white-collared employee with a relatively easy job.

But Mathias was weirdly confident in himself for some reason. He thought that his boss admired him because of his outstanding capabilities.

So, he tended to skip work for no reason whenever he felt like it. Because of him, Thomas' former student was scolded for recommending Mathias. Poor Thomas had to apologize to his former student a few times.

Now, it was already 6:00 am. Mathias and Pamola insisted that having breakfast before 7:00 am was good for their bodies.

But they emphasized that they only ate meals made from fresh ingredients, so Thomas and I had to wake up at least an hour in advance just so we could hit the market and make breakfast for them.

After we made breakfast, Mathias and Pamola would dilly-dally in their room for a long time before finally coming out.

Back then, when they first moved into our house, they put on facades for quite some time because of their promise to me.

Barely a week had passed before Mathias and Pamola revealed their true natures. All they did was lie in bed without doing anything the whole day.

I put down the tomatoes in my hands with a stony expression. Then, I stepped into the storeroom and began searching for something there.

Soon, a loud whirring sound echoed throughout the house. I made sure to turn on the strongest setting on the vacuum cleaner I was holding, resulting in it letting out a loud and shrill sound. At the same time, I also toggled the volume of my phone's music to the loudest.

Since our neighbors living across from us and the floor below us had gone on business trips, I didn't have to worry about causing any noise pollution and disturbing them.

In a span of five minutes, I made sure to walk past Mathias and Pamola's room ten times. When I finally heard something being thrown at the door angrily, I smirked in satisfaction before giving the vacuum cleaner a rest.

Yeah. I didn't do it accidentally. I specifically did it for them, after all.

Since they made me suffer, it only made sense for me to do the same to them.