Chapter 2

"What did you say?"

Simon looked at me in disbelief.

I simply gazed at him calmly and repeated:

"Give me another ten million, and I'll sever ties with you. From now on, I'll never appear before you again."

"That way, Miranda won't have to be hospitalized every few days because of me. Ten million in exchange for Miranda's good health—that's a bargain, isn't it?"

Perhaps finding my proposal absurd, Simon remained silent for several seconds before speaking:

"Do you love money that much? For ten million, you'd give up your own family?"

I looked at him and nodded.

I did indeed need money.

In my previous life, forget ten million—even a thousand dollars would require me, a high school graduate, to work grueling factory shifts for ten days.

In this lifetime, family affection meant nothing compared to money.

Born again, I only wanted to survive—and to live comfortably and happily.

"I just want ten million."

Simon's chest heaved violently with anger.

"I knew it! You're nothing but a gold digger!"

He probably felt ashamed to share blood ties with someone so obsessed with money.

"Fifteen million total, right? Sign this voluntary severance agreement, and the money will be transferred to your card immediately."

I picked up the pen and wrote my name—Chloe—on the severance agreement.

Under Simon's complicated gaze, I walked out of the Christopher family mansion, gripping the black card containing fifteen million.

"Miss Chloe, Mr. Simon instructed me to take you to your new home."

The driver quickly opened the car door when he saw me emerge.

I glanced back. Simon's silhouette was reflected in the second-floor window of the Christopher mansion.

He watched me leave.

In my previous life, he'd been just as considerate at first.

On my first day moving into his house, he'd already prepared an exquisite room for me:

A large wardrobe, flowers filling the room, sheets smoother than my own skin.

It was these small gestures of warmth that made me believe this was the family affection I'd longed for.

That's why I'd thrown myself at him like a moth to flame, desperate to please him.

But in reality, it was merely politeness on his part.

In his heart, his only sister would always be Miranda.

Every time Miranda accused me of something, he'd believe her unconditionally.

Of course, having died once already, I no longer cared.

Snapping back to reality, I politely said to the driver:

"Thank you, but that won't be necessary."

I pulled out my phone and hailed a ride.

Since we'd agreed to sever ties, I wouldn't use the Christopher family's car anymore.

I didn't need his so-called consideration, not even a little.