Chapter 2

"Olivia, how could you leave us so early? You've ripped out your parents' hearts!"

"Leaving behind such a huge debt—how are your mother and I supposed to repay it!"

Familiar shrill cries pierced my ears.

Before I could process what was happening, I saw Marcus Wilson swagger into the living room and slap a debt notice onto the table.

"Don't rush to cry just yet." He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and grinned.

"Your daughter owed me three million before she died. Now she's dead—what about the debt?" He was tall and burly, full of thug energy, with seven or eight muscle-bound men behind him.

The entire room full of relatives fell instantly silent with fear.

I shuddered and realized I had been reborn.

Reborn on the very day of Olivia's burial!

My mother Karen's face was streaked with tears, her graying hair disheveled on her shoulders. She looked at the account statement and cried so hard she nearly fainted.

"I know about this money. Olivia mentioned it—she wanted to buy us retirement insurance, but didn't have enough money, so she borrowed it. Who knew she'd end up owing this much..."

My father George wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

As soon as he opened his mouth, tears flowed down the deep furrows at the corners of his eyes.

"Olivia was such a good girl since childhood. At ten years old, she cooked for her mother and me. Who would have thought she'd suddenly be gone..."

He looked at the IOU, and his gaze gradually became resolute.

"No matter what, the White family doesn't wrong others or betray our conscience. Just because she's dead doesn't mean the debt can rot away!"

"We'll repay this debt!"

He turned his head, his aged eyes finding me precisely in the crowd.

"Jenna, from now on we'll repay this three million together and overcome this hardship, okay?"

"If we can't repay it, your sister won't be able to reincarnate even in the afterlife!"

With that, the old couple held each other and wept.

Relatives surrounded them, all with reddened eyes.