Reborn From Betrayal, I’ll Make My Mother Taste Ruin

My mom seemed incapable of understanding human speech. I had stayed up late preparing a proposal and told her I had an important meeting in the morning.

Yet she slipped sleeping pills into my milk and secretly turned off my phone. When I woke, it was already 10:30 a.m.

“Which daughter doesn’t deserve to be cared for? I just wanted you to sleep a little longer.”

There was no time to argue. I turned on my phone and found hundreds of messages from my boss and colleagues urging me.