Revenge for My Dead Daughter

Before the Christmas Eve, my nanny brought her family to my house without telling me.

However, I found that she treated my daughter differently from her grandson.

The nanny's grandson was playing with firecrackers at my house, which caused a fire and burned my daughter to death.

I was reborn and returned to the day her family arrived...

"Mrs. Jones, I was so busy these days that I forgot to tell you. Please let us in."

The nanny blocked the door with her daughter and grandson.

"How could you forget that since you have a suitcase with you?"

I picked up my daughter and stared at the doorbell.

Ms. Dale's daughter, Bonnie Yates, was only in her early twenties and dressed simply.

The boy in her arms was dark, thin, and withered. His eyes were dull, and he didn't even wipe off the snot on his face.

"Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones has agreed. My daughter and grandson will stay here for two or three days and will leave soon!"

"Mrs. Jones, my daughter has just divorced. It's too lonely for her to celebrate Christmas alone with her son. Could you please let her stay for a few days?"

"Mom, why don't we go back?"

Bonnie Yates stamped her feet and felt embarrassed.

"How can you bear the heavy snow in our hometown this year? It's warm and comfortable here. Listen to me, they still rely on me to take care of their daughter!"

The two of them thought that I wouldn't be able to hear them since they'd lowered their voices, but they didn't expect the quality of the surveillance camera to be so good.

"Boohoo, boohoo, Grandma... Grandma..."

Mia looked at Ms. Dale on the screen and reached out to hug her.

My parents died early, my father-in-law was in poor health, and my mother-in-law was busy taking care of him every day.

I'm a news anchor, and my husband is busy with work. Ms. Dale spends almost every day with Mia.

After Mia learned to speak, she always called Ms. Dale grandma, and she couldn't change that over time."

I felt sad and hugged my daughter tightly, preparing to make some milk for her.

In my previous life, I broadcast the news as usual.

The director suddenly wanted to interrupt the broadcast of a piece of news. I looked at the teleprompter and felt that something was wrong.

"A house was on fire on the 30th floor of Building D of Splendid Gardens. The deceased is a two-year-old child..."

The photo was enlarged on the screen. Even with mosaics, I could tell that it was my daughter!

Mia!

I blacked out and fell on the platform.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the time when Ms. Dale blocked the door with her daughter and grandson.

Mia in my arms was warm and soft.

But when she heard Ms. Dale's voice, she straightened up and resisted my hug.

"Mrs. Jones, Mia's hungry. She only wants me to feed her. Let me in!"

Ms. Dale heard Mia's cry outside the door.

At this time, the sound of the lock opening could be heard.

My husband, Frank Jones, is home from work.

"Stella, there are many empty rooms at home. It's okay for them to stay for a few days."

As soon as the door was opened, Ms. Dale couldn't wait to come in with her daughter.

"Bonnie, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Say hello!"

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jones."

Bonnie changed her previous appearance outside the door and looked timidly at Frank.

"I want to drink milk!"

When the boy in her arms saw the bottle in my hand, his eyes lit up and he snatched it from me. Then, he greedily sucked on it.

Mia's milk was snatched away and she burst into tears.

"Mia, don't cry. Andy is naughty! Let's naughty make a fresh bottle of milk for you..."

Ms. Dale snatched Mia from my arms in a hurry and coaxed her gently.

After a while, Mia fell asleep peacefully.