When you died your son and your husband went crazy. Your son bankrupted your killers and your husband went to your wedding venue with your ashes, talking about the few good times you had together before drowning himself, your ashes still in his hands.

You got reborn, scolding your son, Isaac for not coming first in his class. The servants just stayed in the background, not daring to stop you.

You paused midway and reached out to pat your son's head making him flinch.

"I heard you have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow. I have time." You say.

You were so moved by their actions in your past life that you figured you should be better in this life to thank them.

"You don't have to…" Isaac said, emotionless tone in his voice and he went upstairs.

You sighed and called your husband.

"What do you want?" Micheal said in a monotone voice, clearly he didn't want to talk to you.

"Where are you?" You asked, biting your nails.

"Why? Do you want a divorce?" He asked, sounding somewhat irritated.