Chapter 2The Second Life of Miss Popular

Not long after returning to my room after dinner, someone knocked.

It was my mom.

She was wearing pearl-white silk pajamas, still beautiful without makeup.

Far from the wrinkle-faced woman who worried about me in my last life.

I couldn't help but throw myself into her arms.

The person I felt most sorry for in my last life wasn't myself, but my mom.

After divorcing my dad, she married Mr. Vance.

I didn't understand her then, thinking she was vain and greedy, betraying my biological father.

My mom tolerated my unreasonable behavior while struggling to keep her head down in the wealthy family.

After I fell for Ethan and even our drunken night was exposed...

The Vance family was furious, used family discipline on Ethan, and kicked me out.

My mom asked me to go back and admit my mistake, but I screamed at her: "I'm not wrong, I'm pursuing true love! Unlike you, vain! Fickle!"

I held my head high, but my mom's slap never landed.

She left in tears but transferred thousands of dollars to me every month for living expenses, afraid I would suffer.

Later, I got my wish and married Ethan, but my mom had an even harder time in the Vance family, depressed and unhappy.

Only then did I know that my biological father owed a lot of money.

My mom was afraid the creditors would hurt me, so she hurriedly took me to marry Mr. Vance, seeking protection.

Yet I hurt her heart deeply.

At this moment, smelling the familiar scent on my mom, tears welled up uncontrollably.

Mom patted my back gently, coaxing: "What's wrong, my little princess? Does your finger hurt? Mom will apply medicine for you."

She took out burn ointment and applied it gently.

"My good daughter has grown up. Thank you for being willing to call him Dad today. Mom promises, I will never let you be wronged in the future."

With tears in the corners of my eyes, I grinned and said: "As long as Mom is happy, I'll call him Grandpa!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, silly child. Look at your hand, don't go into the kitchen again."

Her movements became gentler.

"But your brother said this ointment is the most effective. It definitely won't hurt tomorrow morning."

I froze. "You said Ethan?"

"Yes, we ran out of ointment at home. Just as I was going to buy it, Ethan came back from outside and handed me a tube."

"He even said he bought the wrong one by accident. That child is just awkward, actually a good brother, cold face but warm heart..."

The ointment in front of me was the same brand my mom gave me in my last life.

Could it be that the ointment in my past life was also bought by Ethan?

I curled my lip.

Acting like a good person, disgusting!