Chapter 2Dragged to Hell by My Neighbor's Wife, I Sent Her and Her Husband to Heaven

Mia's face turned red with anger.

"I thought you might find it inconvenient living alone as a woman, so I came to check on you. I didn't expect you to be so stingy! You really don't appreciate kindness!"

I retorted, "Am I stingy? Even if I am, it's with my own things. It's none of your business. Unlike you, shamelessly taking things that aren't yours."

She clearly hadn't expected my reaction to be so intense. But in the next moment, I grabbed her handbag and emptied its contents onto the floor.

Several mint sprigs mixed with soil fell out. These were the mint plants she had plucked from my windowsill flowerpot while I was in the kitchen opening the mango.

In my previous life, for the sake of neighborly harmony, I hadn't made a fuss when I discovered about ten of my mint plants had been plucked after she left.

But now, I didn't want to tolerate it anymore.

I brought over the planting box that she had ravaged and smiled as I grabbed her hand.

"Come on, how did you pull them out just now? Plant them back for me, one by one."

Mia's face turned pale, but the soil under her fingernails left her with no defense.

I stood there, watching her plant them back one by one, until she angrily left my apartment.

The tense emotions finally eased a bit at this moment.

Remembering the tragic fate of my previous life, I immediately contacted the rental agency to apply for a transfer to another internship hospital, wanting to get away from this couple.

However, when arranging the transfer, the agent introduced me to another nursing student who was also about to start her internship.

[Senior, thank you for wanting to sublet at a lower price. We even went to the same university for our bachelor's degrees.]

Hearing her excited voice message, my heart suddenly sank. How was she any different from me?

After thinking about it all night, I decided not to move.

At least I couldn't let my experience be repeated with another girl.

And simply running away wouldn't work. To make up for my pain, I had to make them pay an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

I bought a series of self-defense tools, added a hidden camera at my door, and set up a one-click alarm function to ensure my safety.

The next day during lunch break, someone started banging on my door.

I impatiently opened it, "Who is it?"

I saw Mia's frowning face.

She clutched her stomach, saying she had been feeling unwell, nauseous and wanting to vomit ever since eating a few bites of mango at my place yesterday.

I folded my arms, "I ate that mango too, how come you're the only one feeling sick and I'm fine?"

This time, her husband Jack stepped out, righteously saying:

"Words mean nothing. How can you prove you really ate it? You clearly disliked my wife yesterday, who knows if you deliberately poisoned her?"

He tilted his head back, his nostrils flaring as he spoke, his nose hair clearly visible.

"I don't care, my wife only started feeling sick after seeing you. You must take us to the hospital for a full check-up of our baby!"

The moment I saw Jack, my scalp tingled as I recalled everything I had endured in my previous life.

But he thought I was intimidated by him, and in front of his wife, he grabbed my hand greasily.

"You're a doctor, so let's go to your hospital. As long as you sincerely apologize and make amends, we can still be good neighbors."