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Raising Him Killed Me

After three years of selflessly raising her nephew, Jason, the protagonist is shocked when he goes viral by portraying her as a villain. His claims of abuse and neglect trigger a wave of online bullying that leads to her tragic death. However, she unexpectedly wakes up in the past. Armed with the truth and a new resolve, she decides to stop playing the saint. This young-adult mystery explores her second chance to protect her life and expose the boy she once loved as her own.
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Chapter 3

Esther replied, "I can't join you. Robert is waiting for me at home. Jason, just stay here.

"Thank you for accompanying us today, Eva. I'll get going right away!"

This felt odd, but I did not give it much thought as long as Jason was not staying in my place.

Thus, I headed straight home.

On Friday evening, Jason came home with Henry for the weekend. I was alright with it, but this time, I was not going to cook up a feast like before.

I made a simple meal and even divided the fruits and snacks equally. One portion was for Henry in his room, while the other was for Jason.

Jason's eyes were gleaming with jealousy when he saw Henry entering his room. I could not care less about him, though.

Henry was my son. He was a senior. Of course, he would be treated differently from Jason.

I took out my phone and made a video call to Esther. I guessed that they must be having dinner at that moment, too.

The moment the call was picked up, the camera was aimed at the dining table. I had a look, and my eyes sparkled!

"Esther, you guys are having a feast! There's even lobster! That costs like two hundred per lobster!"

Esther smiled at me and said, "Hugo was asking for it, so we bought one for him to satisfy his cravings. By the way, Jason, how are you?"

Jason was staring at the lobster. If he were not in my place, he would have thrown a huge tantrum. After a long time, he said indifferently, "Not bad."

"Jason, listen to me–you have to study hard. Your father and I are working ourselves to death just to raise you and your brother. You better be good, or I'll come after you!"

I interjected, "Esther, what are you saying? This week is his first week. He's still adapting to the new environment. You should be asking him how his week went and whether he has enough money!"

Esther smiled. "You're right.

"Jason, look. Hugo got full marks again in his exams! He'll surely get into a good college someday!"

Jason stood up stiffly. His fists clenched tightly. He said icily, "I'm tired. Aunt Eva, I'm heading to bed."

I hung up the call and switched off the lights in the living room before heading to bed.

My in-laws would stay over at ours during the weekends, so Jason could only sleep on the couch.

Looking through the surveillance footage of the living room, I could see Jason taking his phone out to text Esther. I could not see what he was writing, but he clearly looked mad.

Of course, this had nothing to do with me.

The weekend passed by peacefully. On Monday, I took them both to school. Halfway through the day, I received a call from the school.

I was alarmed. Did something happen to Henry?

I answered the call only to find out that it was Jason's teacher calling me.

"Are you Jason's guardian? Could you please come to school? He got into a fight."

I was stunned. I was just about to reply when I remembered that this scenario happened in our past life as well.

Jason got into a fight with his classmate over an electronic tablet. Not only did he smash the tablet, but he also hit his classmate on the head.

I had to run around, apologizing and making compensations. I ended up forking out more than 40 thousand.

I was not going to be the fool again this time.

I immediately replied, "Miss, I'm actually Jason's aunt. I'm on a business trip right now and can't arrive back on time. Let me give you his mother's contact!"

Jason said over the phone, "Aunt Eva, could you get Uncle Daniel to come?"

I replied, "Jason, don't worry. I'll get your mother to talk to your teacher. Let me contact Uncle Daniel first."

I hung up and called Daniel. I asked him to get a lawyer to contact Esther and deal with the matter. After all, this should be handed to a professional.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Esther called me and yelled the moment I picked up, "Eva Nobles! What the hell are you doing? Jason got into a fight at school, yet you wouldn't even go to see him! I knew I couldn't count on you!"

"Then, you shouldn't! You're his mother. You don't care about him, yet you expect me to rush back from my business trip? I've never once seen such an irresponsible mother!"

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