Chapter 2

I rushed over to my mom with quick reflexes, pushing her to the ground without a second thought.

"Ahh..." My mom hit the ground hard. I didn't even look at her, just immediately checked on my in-laws. Only after confirming they were okay did I breathe a sigh of relief.

But when I looked up, I met my husband's grief-stricken expression. "Mia, what the hell are you doing?"

Nathan shook his head at me in disappointment, then helped my mom up. "Mom, are you alright?"

My mom shook her head pitifully. "No, I'm fine."

When I looked at my mom again, there was no knife in her hand—just a belt.

"Mia, I just saw your mother-in-law bleeding and wanted to help stop it. What on earth are you doing?" This time my mom actually cried. "From earlier until now, you've been acting paranoid. What exactly are you guarding against?"

"I raised you all these years just for you to treat me like this?"

"Do you think I'm trying to hurt you?"

Meeting my mom's devastated eyes, I truly didn't know what to say.

The knife—where did it go?

Why was it gone?

My mom was wearing a formal dress. If she really had a knife, there'd be nowhere to hide it.

Was it just my panicked reaction?

Just as I thought this, the ambulance arrived.

Nathan quickly got my in-laws onto the ambulance, then looked at me and my mom. "Mia, take Mom home."

"Okay."

I came back to my senses and nodded at Nathan, then watched them leave.

After things were settled at the hotel, I finally remembered about my mom.

But I couldn't find her anywhere.

Though I kept dying at my mom's hands, she had raised me all these years. Not being able to find her, I was still somewhat worried.

So I called my mom's phone, but it showed she was on another call.

With no other choice, I kept searching.

When I got to the waiting room door, I happened to hear my mom's voice.

I was about to push the door open when I heard my mom say, "Don't worry. Even if they don't die, they'll be disabled. I'll make my move when I visit them."

"No need. I'll do it myself."

"Mia is already suspicious of me. We might as well get rid of her first."

At those words, a chill ran down my spine.

Yes, yes, that was right.

This was the mom from my past life.

She was still the person determined to kill us all.

I quickly turned and ran.

As I passed where my in-laws had been earlier, I finally saw the knife.

No wonder I couldn't find it—my mom had hidden it under the table.

I barely made it to the car before I could breathe again.

I pulled out my phone to tell my husband to take good care of my in-laws, but the car door opened.

It was my mom.

She smiled coldly. "Planning to leave on your own?"

"No, no! I was just about to call you!"

My panic made me stumble over my words.

My mom calmly settled into the passenger seat. "Drive."

Compared to my panic, my mom was much more composed.

I didn't know when she would strike, so I was extremely nervous.

Yet my mom kept scolding me for ruining our wedding.

"Actually, if you didn't want to marry Nathan, you could have told me. There was no need to make such a mess of things."

My mom's questioning gaze bore into me.

I instantly felt guilty.