Chapter 3After Rebirth, My Wife and I Parted Ways

My parents and I had just arrived at Grandma's house and were enjoying dinner when Mom received a call from Monica Reed.

"Stella is insisting on going to New York to be a singer, she won't go to college, she’s literally threatening to die if we don't let her go to New York. Her dad and I can't persuade her… Can Alex come back and talk to her? After all, the kids are close, and Stella listens to Alex!"

The lines were almost identical to my previous life. Mom looked at me, a little conflicted.

After all, at this hour, in the countryside, it wasn't easy to get back.

I calmly put down my forks and took the phone from Mom.

"Aunt Monica, this is Stella's own decision. I can't interfere. Even if I did, she'd resent me. I think you should just respect her wishes!"

I hung up decisively, and didn't forget to block Monica's number. My swift actions even left my parents speechless for a moment.

It was Grandma who spoke first, telling them to eat. She mumbled that other people's affairs were their own karma, and we shouldn't interfere. I thought Grandma was absolutely right!

After dinner, I squatted in the yard, stroking the soft head of a puppy, when my parents came over.

"Alex, what's been up with you lately…" Mom hesitated, "I just feel like you're different."

Dad didn't speak but looked at me worriedly too.

Their gaze made my nose sting, and I wiped my eyes—there really were tears.

"Mom, Dad, I had a dream."

I lied about having a dream, recounting all the events of my previous life. When they heard how I'd been manipulated by the Reed family after their deaths, Dad's face turned as dark as thunder.

They always believed me, especially since I started the story from Stella wanting to go to New York and Monica asking me to find her.

They understood why I suddenly wanted to come to Grandma's house and why I stubbornly refused to go look for Stella.

"My poor boy, my suffering son."

Mom was always easily moved to tears. Even though she knew it was just a dream, she immediately pulled me into a hug, her tears falling onto my shoulder, her heart aching.

Dad lit a cigarette nearby and made a decision.

"Alex having this dream probably means their family and ours are just bad for each other. I've decided, we're moving when we get back! Get away from them."

I hadn't expected my parents to support me to this extent. My nose stung again, and I nodded, tearfully.

At the same time, I hugged Mom tighter, feeling her warmth.

We stayed in the countryside for half a month. I visibly got tanner and my body became more solid.

When we went back, Grandma even packed a car full of food for us.

We still had to live in the old house for a while before moving. The three of us had just reached our front door when Monica Reed from next door quickly opened hers, her eyes red from crying, with undisguised resentment flickering in them.