Chapter 1: The Metaphysical Master Returns to His Eighteen Years

"It's true that it's hard to guard against thieves in your own home, no matter how hard you try!"

On a night of heavy rain, thunder and lightning, Samantha was once again roughly pushed out of the house by the servant. Her frail body staggered and she fell heavily down the stairs.

The girl didn't care about the blood on her knees. She knelt down in panic, as if she was afraid of being abandoned. She cried heartbreakingly in the raging rain, "Dad, I really didn't steal sister Josephine's Cartier..."

Franklin stood under the eaves and scolded in a stern voice: "You who came out of the mountain have dirty hands and feet! Kneel outside and let the rain wash away your dirty heart. When it's daybreak, I will send you back to the mountain and let you live a hard life for a few more days. See if you dare not change!"

When the girl heard that she was going to be sent back to that dark place, she was so scared that her face turned pale instantly and she kowtowed tremblingly.

"Dad, please believe me, I really didn't steal..."

With a bang, the door closed mercilessly.

She looked up at the tightly closed door, her eyes full of desolation and helplessness. Then she looked down at her arms covered with whip marks, her pale and thin face full of despair.

I don’t know how long I knelt, but the night was already dark.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind.

The girl turned back weakly.

The eldest son of Smith family, William, came back.

He was dressed in a suit and holding a black umbrella. He walked over with a blank expression, and his eyes never fell on the kneeling girl, as if he was used to it.

The girl wanted to hold William 's trouser legs as if she saw a life-saving straw . But she remembered that he had mysophobia and never allowed outsiders to touch her.

She had just stretched out her hand, but then she retracted it tremblingly.

"Brother, can you please ask my father for mercy? I really didn't steal my sister's Cartier. I don't even know what Cartier is..."

William seemed not to hear her plea and walked straight past.

"Big brother!" Samantha cried, rushed over desperately and hugged William's ankles.

William stopped, without even turning his head, and said in an extremely cold voice: “Let go, it’s dirty.”

"I don't want to be sent back. I will be beaten to death by that drunkard. Big brother, please, can you help me, once, just once, for the last time..."

Samantha had been kneeling in the heavy rain for several hours and was already exhausted. Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible at the end.

Listening to the girl's pretentious and pitiful begging, William recalled that when she first came to this family, she had stolen everyone's things and hid them under the bed.

Now his old habit has come back again and he refuses to admit it, which makes him feel disgusted.

"You said you didn't steal, so why did everyone accuse you of stealing?"

"One person may have falsely accused you, but what if everyone says you stole it?"

"Samantha, my Smith family has never produced someone with such bad character as you. You are really a disgrace to the family."

"If you want to prove your innocence, you can. Go and die."

William finished speaking and walked into the house without looking back.

Samantha stood there in despair, staring blankly at the door that once again isolated her, and then she stood up shakily with all her strength.

Turning my head, I saw a unique and valuable landscape stone next to it.

She remembered that when she first came to this home, she wanted to touch this beautiful stone out of curiosity, but Josephine scolded her, saying that the stone was priceless and she couldn't afford the compensation even if she sold it.

Well, this stone is very expensive and she can't dirty it, otherwise her family will be unhappy.

Samantha was distraught and stumbled towards the corner.

Boom!

A thunderclap drowned out the girl's voice as she tried to prove her innocence by dying.

The next day.

Crematorium morgue.

The staff had just put the girl into a body bag and placed her in a coffin, and were about to push her for cremation when a cold and sharp voice suddenly rang out from inside the coffin .

"Crack the earth, shatter the soil, drive away evil and remove obstacles, break—"

As the voice fell, the coffin lid suddenly flew up.

"Fuck, he's faking his death!"

The staff were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and watched a pale, skinny hand emerge from the body bag.

"ah--"

Ten minutes later, the staff finally accepted that the girl was only pretending to be dead due to the impact and was not really dead.

"If I had known you were not dead, I should have stitched up the wound on your head. How about I take you to the hospital for further treatment?"

Samantha touched the fine stitches on her forehead and said softly, "No need."

The staff looked at the girl's thin body due to malnutrition, felt pity, and handed her a bottle of milk. "Do you have any family members alive? What about friends? Do you remember the phone number? I will call them for you and ask them to pick you up?"

The person who brought her here just said that he didn't want the ashes and left in a hurry, without any other identifying information.

It's obvious that this poor girl has no one to rely on, how sad!

Samantha was so hungry that she could hardly walk, so she sat there and drank her milk obediently before looking up at the staff in front of her.

"If the sun and moon corners collapse, your parents will be sick and unhealthy. If your moon corners are low, your mother will be in poor health. Go to the hospital early and take medicine to recover. If you delay, you may need surgery, which will be dangerous."

The staff looked confused: "Ah? Little girl, what are you talking about?"

"Let's go. Consider this as the reward for your bottle of milk." Samantha stood up and left.

The crematorium was far away from the city. Samantha put one hand in her pocket, leaning against a tree trunk by the roadside, with a nonchalant look on her pale face.

She lowered her head to examine the whip marks on her hands, her young face revealing a chill that was not common among ordinary people.

"I was reborn..."

She is Samantha, but she is the metaphysical master Samantha from thirty years later.

She recalled that she had just turned eighteen and had lived in the mountains for eighteen years. A year ago, Edward, the richest man in Jiangcheng , found her and said she was his granddaughter, and brought her from the mountains to the prosperous Jiangcheng. Although she returned to her biological father in the past year, she had never been taken seriously.

Any trivial matter in the family can be blamed on her.

During the 18 years she spent in the countryside, her adoptive father was an alcoholic and gambler, and her adoptive mother was cowardly and incompetent, only knowing how to accept everything. This also led to her low self-esteem since childhood and formed a people-pleasing personality.

So after arriving in Jiangcheng, she did her best to please everyone in the family. Although she had lived in the richest man's house for a year, she lived like a slave, with poor food and clothing, and she looked malnourished and skinny.

This time she was kicked out of the house because her sixth sister Josephine accused her of stealing the necklace.

The entire Smith family refused to listen to her explanation and all believed that she was a habitual thief. Everyone watched coldly as Josephine whipped her with a horsewhip, humiliating her in public and trampling on her dignity.

Samantha remembered that in order to prove her innocence, she hit her head against the wall and fainted.

But when he woke up, he was lying in the garden with no one paying attention to him, and he was not at the crematorium.

Samantha raised her eyes slightly and just happened to see the crematorium staff driving over.

"Little girl, you are amazing! I called my mother and she said she had a stomachache and refused to go to the hospital for a check-up. I thought of what you said and asked her to go for a check-up immediately. It turned out that she did have inflammation. Fortunately, it was discovered in time and she can recover with medicine. Little girl, how can I thank you?"

The staff member looked at her with gratitude and said.

Samantha's pale lips curled up slightly, "Brother, please take me home."