The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

When I woke up again, sunlight was streaming through the cracks and falling on my face.

I stretched and sat up from the bed.

Just as I was about to order takeout on my phone, Benjamin stormed in with a furious look on his face.

His mother followed behind him with puffy eyes because of crying.

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Even though his mother was already in her forties, she still acted like a little girl of seven or eight, whining and complaining.

Benjamin Carter snatched my phone and angrily said, “Olivia, I’ve been away on a business trip just for a few days, and this is how you treat my mother?”

Our son was frightened by his roar and started crying.

I quickly comforted our son.

It wasn’t until he stopped crying that I looked up at Benjamin and said, “Your mother said that excrement is a great supplement.”

“I gave it to her for her own good.”

“This is the real deal, and I wouldn’t even give it to others if they wanted it.”

These were the words Sophia had once said, and now I was throwing them back at them one by one.

But this time, Benjamin was outraged.

He kicked over the table and cursed, “Olivia, I think you’re deliberately against my mother!”

It’s such a different standard.

When her mother says this, it’s considered to be for my own good, but when I say the same, it’s seen as being confrontational.

Before I could retort, Sophia started playing the good cop.

She wiped the tears from her face and persuaded, “Benji, I’m fine, it’s just a bit of poop from my baby grandson. Don’t argue for my sake, and don’t talk about divorce for my sake.”

In front of Benjamin, Sophia always adopts a vulnerable demeanor.

With my straightforward personality, I’m always at a disadvantage in front of the drama-queen.

Benjamin wouldn’t have thought about divorce.

But with Sophia’s remark, he was momentarily dazed.

Seeing Sophia’s submissive behavior scraped by a knife.

Seeing Sophia’s submissive behavior, his heart ached as if it was being scraped by a knife.