A few years after my death, Paisley had two more pregnancies, both girls, and both were miscarried.
Even after my death, they harbored hatred toward me, blaming me for ruining such an excellent heir in the family and causing the family's decline. I became the scapegoat, constantly cursed and reviled.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn, back on the day Paisley was giving birth.
Seeing the pleading look in Paisley's eyes, I chose to ignore it this time.
The trauma of being hacked to death still haunted me. Just thinking about it made my hands tremble uncontrollably. That feeling... was so terrifying.
In my past life, I was so foolish. The child wasn't even mine, so why did I fight so hard?
Respecting others' fates and letting go of my urge to help was something I should do.
So why should I fight against fate?
So I responded, "Paisley, you're just being foolish. Mom raised both me and Hudson the same way. It's a blessing that Mom has milk to feed the baby.
"This way, you'll have it easier!
"Look at Hudson. Thanks to Mom's feeding, he's so accomplished and capable. I'm sure my nephew will be no less talented than him.
"Mom is cultivating a future talent for the Wiley family. Our family will surely prosper, and you should be happy about that."
My mother shot me a look of approval and immediately echoed, "Exactly! You're just a clueless woman. Little Gaven is the hope of the Wiley family. We'll all rely on him in the future.
"Don't let your shortsightedness ruin my grandson's fortune, or I won't forgive you. Not just me, the ancestors of the Wiley family won't let you off."
My mother was getting carried away with her speech.
At the mention of Hudson, Paisley immediately fell silent.
As a poorly educated farm girl, marrying the village's only college graduate meant Hudson had complete control over her.
And Paisley wholeheartedly believed in Hudson's words.
At this point, Hudson also spoke up, "Paisley, let's go along with my Mom's wishes. She wouldn't have any bad intentions."
With Hudson's decision, Paisley didn't say anything more even though she was still reluctant.
On the day of my nephew's first-month party, my mother proudly carried him out and paraded him around each table after all the relatives had taken their seats.
Her pride was practically bursting from her. "Look at him! My grandson is so handsome and strong."