Semua Bab Reborn To Kick the Ingrates out of My Life: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Eunice, I've completed all the paperwork and brought him home," Simon Lincoln said as he guided a boy who appeared to be around ten years old toward me."Come on, this is your mom from now on," he encouraged the child.The word 'mom' hit me like a bolt of lightning. My whole body shuddered, and I nearly dropped the water glass in my hand. I quickly looked up toward the source of the voice and met a pair of eyes as dark as night.Simon was holding Owen Lincoln's hand while giving me a warm, affectionate smile. A wave of nausea suddenly washed over me, and I gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water until my stomach began to cramp uncomfortably before I finally set the glass down. "Eunice, are you alright?" Simon's voice was filled with concern, his eyes brimming with worry.Every gesture he made was thoughtful, as if I were his entire world. Since our marriage, he had always put me first and accommodated my every need. Even when I could not bear children, he took the blame an

Jack Lincoln's face darkened instantly as he spoke with bitter sarcasm, "Simon, I don't think you invited us to the city to enjoy family time—you just wanted to upset your mother and me!"You've been married for so many years without any kids, and now that you've finally adopted one, you're not even raising him properly. What exactly are you trying to do?" Irene quickly chimed in, "Exactly! I guess you just can't truly love a child who isn't your own blood." Simon furrowed his brow and retorted, "Mom, Dad, how many times do I have to tell you? Our inability to have children isn't Eunice's fault—it's mine!"He stormed into the bedroom and returned moments later with a hospital diagnosis report. His parents glanced at it briefly before quickly turning away, unwilling to look at it again. Then, they mumbled incoherently, unable to form a proper response. In my previous life, Simon's act had completely fooled me. It was also why I spent 30 years slaving away for his family like a d

After the fried chicken incident, Simon's parents strictly prohibited Owen from eating any more "unhealthy food". The dinner table was now filled with traditional home-cooked meals like pot roast, meatloaf, and baked fish every night.During mealtimes, Owen would force himself to eat while frowning at his plate. However, I had secretly stocked his room with kid-friendly snacks.At 2:00 am, we would sneak to the stairwell for midnight feasts. I would wait until Owen finished before going back to bed. "Owen, this is our secret. You can't tell anyone else," I whispered. He looked at me with gratitude in his eyes. "Mom, you're so nice. You're way nicer than Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa."Under my secret feeding operation, Owen gained about 30 pounds in just two months. Irene was pleased with herself, saying, "See, Owen? Grandma's cooking is the most nutritious, isn't it? Just listen to me and stay away from that junk food." This became our unspoken secret. In this life, I had succe

Halfway through our walk, Owen pulled away from me. He looked at me with puffed cheeks and said, "Mom, why did you agree with them? I don't want to go jogging at all."I gave him a concerned look. "But you heard what they said—they're worried that your weight might affect your health."Owen's expression gradually darkened, and I seized the opportunity to add, "But Owen, don't take their words too seriously. Boys should be big and strong to make girls feel protected. You'll grow up to protect me too, right?"Owen looked at me thoughtfully before nodding. "You're right, Mom. I won't take their words to heart. You're the only one in this family who truly cares about me."As we walked and talked, we passed by an arcade, and Owen stopped. "Mom, can we check it out?"I pretended to look hesitant while inwardly rejoicing. Of course, we would go in. Why else would I have led him this way?He started tugging at my hand pleadingly. "Please, Mom? Just this once? Pretty please? You're the be

"Eunice, are you out of your mind? What are you doing?" Simon yelled as I advanced toward him with a large kitchen knife glinting in my hand."Simon, your mother is fine now, so why are you still treating Owen this way? Is it just because he's adopted?" I mustered all my strength into that accusation and charged at Simon like a woman possessed. Jack had already collapsed to the floor in terror, his old legs shaking as he kept muttering Simon's name. I seized my moment and swung the knife down hard, but it got stuck in the doorframe and would not budge no matter how hard I pulled.Simon was furious and raised his hand, landing a sharp slap across my face. Owen witnessed everything and lunged at Simon like a wild animal, grabbing his leg and biting down hard. "How dare you hit Mom! Don't hit her!"Simon frowned in disgust as he kicked Owen away. He pointed at Owen and spat out each word, "Owen, if anything happens to your grandmother, I'll make sure you pay for it."Perhaps terri