In her past life, my daughter was diagnosed with a venereal disease during a check-up. The parents of her classmates falsely accused her of seducing their son and publicly beat her nearly to a crippled state.

My husband didn't help me at all. Instead, he thought our daughter was embarrassing and, while I was away, he abused her, causing her to fall from a building.

In my despair, I tried to fight back against him but was also pushed from the building, making it look like a suicide.

After my death, I discovered that my husband had been unfaithful and had contracted the disease himself, which he then passed on to our daughter.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my daughter was beaten.

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"Mom, Linda has been beaten by other parents!

"That parent claimed your daughter didn't keep herself clean and infected his son with the disease. They wanted to kill Linda... We couldn't stop them. Please come and see for yourself!"

My daughter's counselor sounded frantic over the phone.

I snapped back to reality, looked down at my unharmed body, and could hardly believe it.

I was... reborn.

I was reborn on the day my daughter was abused by Layla.

In my past life, my daughter suddenly broke out in a rash. After the teacher took her to the hospital for a check-up, they discovered it was caused by lice bites.

The counselor immediately contacted me to bring my daughter back, but I was in a meeting and scheduled it for after school.

As soon as school ended, Layla, the mother of one of my daughter's classmates, accused her of infecting her son with the disease and beat her half to a crippled state, almost disfiguring her.

Most of the teachers at the school couldn't stop her.

I will never forget arriving too late to find my daughter covered in blood, curled up in a corner, desperately begging Layla.

"I really didn't... I don't have a disease..."

She looked like a dying kitten, barely holding on.

But Layla didn't listen at all. She even kicked my daughter's soft belly hard with her high-heeled shoes.

Remembering that scene now, I broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "Stop her! I'm coming right away!"

After saying that, I didn't care that the meeting wasn't over and rushed downstairs.

Once I reached the garage and found my car, I ignored the GPS and took a faster shortcut.

In my past life, choosing the wrong route led to a traffic jam caused by an accident ahead. Even though I got out of the car and ran as fast as I could...

I still arrived too late.

This time, there was no traffic jam, and I reached my daughter's university in fifteen minutes.

At the school gate, Layla was like a raging lioness, constantly shouting.

"That little slut must have been seducing my son at school, which is why he also caught the same disease as her!

"Today, I'm going to kill her! Don't you dare stop me."

Several teachers tried to pull her back while advising her to calm down.

"Ms. Mandas, Linda has always been well-behaved at school. She wouldn't do something like this... Please calm down."

Layla wasn't overweight, but she was almost six feet tall and strong. Even when a few female teachers surrounded her, they couldn't stop her.

"She's already sick and still acting innocent? I think you're all just covering up for this little slut!"

Layla didn't listen at all and spoke very harshly.

It was Friday, and many parents were picking up their children to go home.

Not only was she cursing, but she was also inciting other onlooking parents.

"Dear parents, I'm not the only one who thinks...

"This little dirty girl has already caught the disease. She must have been seducing more than just my son!

"If you don't investigate now, it will be too late when the hospital confirms it!"

Hearing this, the other parents watching became genuinely worried.

They started moving forward, helping Layla push aside the obstructing teachers and security guards.

"Now that you mention it, we should definitely look into this!"

"This matter could be serious. You teachers shouldn't always be covering up for your students!"

As more people gathered, the teachers became even more overwhelmed.

In a moment of distraction, Layla broke free and pulled Linda out right behind the homeroom teacher.

Then, she raised her hand and prepared to slap my daughter hard.

At that moment, I rushed forward, kicked Layla away, and tightly held my daughter in my arms.

My daughter had been trembling all this time, but seeing me, she couldn't hold back her sobs and started crying uncontrollably.

"Mom... I'm so scared..."

"It's okay, Mommy's here."

I hugged her tightly, comforting her with all my heart.

At the same time, I felt incredibly relieved. Thank goodness...

Heaven gave me this chance, so I could still see my daughter again and protect her before anything worse happened.

I suddenly kicked Layla to the ground, catching her off guard. Her head hit the school's iron gate, and it took her a while to get up.

"You bitch! How dare you hit me..."

She gritted her teeth, her face full of rage, as if she was about to strike back.

I could feel my daughter's small body trembling, which showed just how terrified she had been moments before.

I shielded her behind me, not backing down at all as I faced Layla.

"Go ahead and try hitting me back.

"The cameras are watching. If you dare hurt me today, I have plenty of ways to make you pay until you're bankrupt."

Hearing the threat of losing money, Layla hesitated, forcing herself to back off, but she still spat out.

"No wonder you raised a little slut like her. I guess you're no better, huh?

"Your daughter gave my son a filthy disease. Tell me, how do you plan to settle this?"

Layla dragged her son over, pulling up his shirt to show the red marks on his skin to everyone around.

Those were bites from pubic lice.

"My daughter keeps herself very clean. Don't project your dirty thoughts onto her!"

I smirked coldly.

"Who knows, maybe you're the one who gave it to him...

"And now you want to blame my daughter for it?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Layla was furious.

I scoffed. "Is it nonsense? You know better than I do. If I'm not mistaken, you're a single mom...

"And from what I've heard, you've been quite friendly with several dads in our class."

As soon as I said that, a few of the fathers nearby started looking a bit uncomfortable.

Layla had been widowed years ago, and loneliness had gotten the better of her. Every time there was a parent-teacher meeting, she would chat up other students' dads...

"Don't you dare slander me! I'm completely innocent!"

Layla's face looked terrible, though she didn't seem guilty.

I smiled. "If you're so innocent, why don't you come with me to the hospital for a check-up?

"Let's see if it's really you who passed the pubic lice to your son, dragging my daughter into this mess!"

"Why should I..." Layla was not about to fall for it.

I raised my voice, cutting her off.

"If it turns out it wasn't you, I'll bow before you and apologize in public, and I'll compensate you and your son for everything.

"So, what do you say? Do you dare?"

I stared at Layla, challenging her.

I had shown enough sincerity. If she refused now, it would only make her look more guilty.

"If you have nothing to hide, this is a risk-free deal! Why not take it?"

"Exactly! Let's go to the hospital for a check-up right now. We'll go with you, just to make sure she doesn't weasel out of it!"

The other parents began to chime in, egging her on.

I watched as Layla's face grew paler and paler, a hint of amusement in my smile.

"Come on, it's such a great opportunity. You don't want to miss it, do you?"

"I-I don't have time for this..."

Just as Layla was about to storm off, a figure approached from a distance.

"What's going on here?"

It was my husband.

He walked over, took a look around, and finally frowned in disapproval as he scolded me.

"School's out, and instead of taking our daughter home, you're standing here, picking on another parent? What's the meaning of this?"

Hearing his words, Layla immediately regained her confidence and grabbed his arm.

"You're just in time!

"Your daughter has infected my son with a filthy disease! And not only did your wife not handle it, but she also turned around and bullied us instead!

"You need to give me an explanation for this!"

My husband's face grew even darker, and he turned to pull our daughter from behind me.

"You little brat, what kind of shameful thing have you done behind our backs!?"

My daughter has always been afraid of him, and at his words, her eyes welled up with tears as she shook her head, trembling.

"I didn't..."

Terrified, my daughter clung tightly to me.

I slapped away his hand as it reached for her, my expression growing cold.

It was only then that my husband seemed to remember my presence.

"And you! How can you still have the nerve to trouble others after what you've done? Hurry up and apologize!"

"Oh, I don't deserve such treatment..."

Layla raised her chin, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I should already be grateful that she didn't slap me on the spot.

"How could I even dare expect an apology?"

Narrowing my eyes at her smug face, I slapped her hard across the face.

"Since you want to be hit so badly, I'll oblige."

"Ahh."

Layla wasn't prepared, and her face swelled up from the slap.

After recovering, she went crazy, looking as if she wanted to rush over and kill me.

My husband was shocked too. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"You're the one who's lost it!"

I turned, glaring at him coldly.

"What? You just believe whatever others say? If she claims it was our daughter who spread the disease, you believe it?

"And when our daughter says she didn't, didn't you hear that?"

Having lived this life again, I now only felt disgust and hatred toward this man I'd been married to for over ten years.

How ridiculous.

Last time, I came too late. No one was there to help my daughter...

So, from start to finish, this so-called 'father' never showed up even once.

But this time, with Layla at a disadvantage, he rushed right over.

"Well... it's not like someone would accuse our daughter out of nowhere for no reason!"

My husband hesitated for a moment before retorting.

"Why not? How do you know she's not the one who's sick, spreading it around and trying to frame our daughter for it?"

I paused, then stepped closer, pressing him further.

"Or, have you gone to her house and confirmed it yourself?"

The method to confirm a dirty disease... wouldn't exactly be clean.

My words were met with a few low chuckles from the crowd around us.

My husband's expression faltered, and he averted his gaze, clearly feeling guilty.

Because he had.

Those lice he had picked up from fooling around with Layla who knows which of them gave it to the other.

He knew exactly what had happened, yet to please Layla, he tortured our daughter like she was some kind of animal...

Poor me, only finding out the truth after my death in the last life.

My husband started to get angry.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If that's not the case, then why are you siding with an outsider?" I stared at him, deliberately emphasizing the word 'outsider.'

My husband hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"I'm just trying to avoid making a big scene...

"Our daughter just started her first year of college; she's got four more years with them... If things get too tense, it won't be good."

I laughed coldly. "So just stand by and watch our daughter get beaten to death? That's better?"