3

There were only three hours left before my daughter jumped off the building.

However, I am still in a state of confusion and unable to sort out my thoughts.

Whenever I think of that lively and lovely daughter about to turn into a cold corpse, I shudder and break out in sweat.

In my previous life, the sudden tragedy caught me off guard and I was powerless to reverse the situation.

But in this life, I swear to protect it until my death and never let the tragedy happen again.

After a brief greeting with my daughter's class teacher, I made an excuse to leave, but I did not go far away. Instead, I observed quietly from a distance.

I stayed where I was until the entire kindergarten closed its doors and started classes.

Sitting in the car, I racked my brains, trying to find clues to what happened, but I found nothing.

Why did I bear the stigma of being a vicious woman when I did nothing?

Why was my daughter fine when she left the school, but ended up being covered in bruises after only a few hours in kindergarten, and eventually chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building?

Why would Matthew, who has always been considerate, and the upright and kind-hearted head teacher turn against me at the same time and accuse me of such false crimes?

These questions swirled in my mind, making me more confused.

I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

I can only try my best to recall every detail of my previous life, hoping to catch a clue to solve my doubts.

After 40 minutes of hard thinking, my eyes suddenly lit up and I finally got a clue. I immediately called my secretary and said anxiously, "Hurry up, help me check something!"

After instructing my secretary, I waited anxiously in the car, my heart beating fast, eager to know whether I was getting closer to the truth.

Ten minutes later, the secretary called and reported the results of the investigation.

As I listened to his report, I almost couldn't hold the phone steadily, my hands were shaking.

Sure enough, everything was as I expected!

I ordered in a deep voice: "Help me do something, as quickly as possible, at any cost!"

"Remember, this matter must be kept secret. Don't tell anyone."

After giving the instructions, I drove away from the kindergarten.

Two hours later, the head teacher called repeatedly, seeming very anxious.

Seeing that I didn’t answer, she started sending text messages again:

“ Dora’s mom, something terrible has happened. Your daughter jumped off the building in the kindergarten and committed suicide. Please come quickly!”

"Mother Dora, why didn't you answer the phone? Come to the kindergarten as soon as you see the message!"

I simply turned off the phone and continued watching the movie that I had not yet finished in the company's lounge.

Half an hour later, the movie ended and I turned on my phone, only to find that all major online platforms were filled with abuse and accusations against me.

Many people are also broadcasting live, and the venue is exactly my daughter’s kindergarten.

In the picture, my daughter’s head teacher cried with tears in her eyes:

"Dora has always been very well behaved. The children and teachers in the kindergarten all like her very much."

“I really don’t understand how her mother could have the heart to beat such a beloved child like this?”

“ Dora once cried and told me that she would rather die than go home. I thought she was joking, but she actually jumped off the building and committed suicide!”

"She's only five years old! How much suffering must she have endured to choose to go this far?"

"I called her mother more than a dozen times but she didn't answer. She didn't reply to my text messages either, as if her daughter's death had nothing to do with her. How could there be such a cold-hearted mother in this world?"

As the head teacher spoke, she played a video on her mobile phone.

In the video, the daughter cautiously said: "Cheryl, I'll give you all the candies in my school bag, please don't let me go home, okay? My mother beats me every day."

"I'm so scared of her. I don't want to go home."

The daughter's eyes were full of tears, filled with panic and fear, and the head teacher couldn't help but cover her face and cry.

The popularity of the live broadcast room continued to rise, and all the comments were expressing regret for the death of my daughter, while at the same time mercilessly insulting me as a mother.

Matthew was also at the scene, holding his daughter's body and crying bitterly in front of the camera:

" Sophia relied on her family's wealth and looked down on me as her son-in-law. She did whatever she wanted at home and beat people up over a disagreement. She often abused me and my daughter and didn't treat us as human beings at all."

As he spoke, Matthew rolled up his sleeves and showed the bruises on his hands to the camera.

"I asked for a divorce because of this, but she said that if I divorced, I would never see my daughter again."

"Because I couldn't bear to leave my daughter, I endured it again and again."

" But I didn't expect that my daughter would be forced to jump off the building and commit suicide!"

"I really regret marrying such a vicious woman!"

Just like in his previous life, Matthew accused me of various atrocities in a vivid and emotional manner.

The heart-wrenching pain and grievance made the audience angry.

"Oh my God, how can there be such a disgusting woman in this world?"

"She is not worthy of being a human being! The parents who raised such a beast must not be good people. I hope God will have mercy on them and let all of these beasts die violently!"

"I am so angry that I am shaking all over. Can any kind-hearted brother kill her for the people? I can't even hold back my anger with my keyboard!"

The anger of the majority of netizens was completely ignited, and each of them was eager to kill me.

The power of being pointed at by thousands of people is terrifying.

In my previous life, faced with my daughter’s corpse, my husband’s betrayal, and the abuse from the entire internet, I was heartbroken and had no way to defend myself.

He was eventually imprisoned unjustly and tortured to death by fellow prisoners.

Even my parents were implicated and killed because of me.

But in this life, the past reappeared, and facing the overwhelming insults and curses, I felt no ripples in my heart, but instead a sense of pleasure in revenge.

I put away my phone and drove to my daughter's kindergarten.

Looking at the accident scene which was surrounded by people, a sneer appeared on my lips.

The show is finally about to begin!