Last Life, He Killed Me for Her. This Life, I’ll Sell Him the Ticket Chapter 07

Last Life, He Killed Me for Her. This Life, I’ll Sell Him the Ticket Chapter 07

When I returned home, my mother had already been laid to rest under the General’s 

arrangements. 

Her grave had been placed on a sunny hillside. 

It was so bright that it almost did not feel real. 

It felt as if this were only a dream. 

It felt as if my mother and I had merely gone out to sit in the sun, and soon we would walk home hand 

in hand. 

But when I stood in front of the house and saw the plate of moldy brown–sugar glazed meatloaf on the table, tears streamed down my face, one after 

another. 

I collapsed to the floor and sobbed until my chest 

felt torn open. 

It was real. The mother who had loved me, spoiled me, and cherished me for so many years was 

gone forever. 

Even after getting a second chance at life, I still 

had not been able to save her. 

I leaned against the table, and then I suddenly 

noticed a piece of paper under the plate. 

“Lana, I had a dream. I dreamed that even though you returned to the city, Evan kept you under his thumb at every turn, and in the end, you died in childbirth.” 

“That’s why I used such an extreme way to bring you back. I hope you won’t blame me, and I hope you won’t be sad. I’ll watch over you from heaven, my daughter, and keep you safe for the rest of your life.” 

It felt as if my heart had been smashed apart. 

The hand holding the paper kept trembling, and in the end, I collapsed in despair. 

So she had been given a second chance too. 

But for my sake, she had once again given up her own life. 

“Mom, I’m sorry.” 

I clutched the paper and slapped myself hard across the face. 

It was all my fault. If I had not fallen in love with Evan, none of this would have happened. 

I cried until I passed out. 

When I woke again, I was in the hospital. 

The General looked at me with concern. 

“I’m sorry for your loss. Your mother’s greatest 

wish was to see you live well.” 

“Thank you, General. I won’t do anything foolish.” 

After all, my chance to keep living had been 

bought with my mother’s life. 

He sighed, not knowing what else to say. 

He only took another stack of money from his 

coat and handed it to me. 

“This is from Evan. I also delivered the final 

divorce decree you asked me to give him.” 

“Okay.” 

My eyes hurt from how dry they were. I had cried 

all the tears I had in this life. 

Then I got into the car and went to Santa Clara 

Valley. 

The tech boom had not yet reached this place, and 

everything still looked bleak. 

I worked on the redevelopment effort while 

studying. 

Everyone said I was a workhorse who never knew 

when to stop. Only I knew that I was atoning for 

my sins and trying to complete the dream my mother had left unfinished. 

After getting another chance at life, I no longer wanted to drift through my days in a daze. 

I wanted to make my limited life worth something 

greater. 

In the end, I established myself there for good and entered a local research institute. 

With that money, I bought a number of properties. 

When the tech boom swept in, my net worth 

soared. 

But I poured most of the money into charity. 

Over the years, I often wondered whether karma might truly exist. 

If I worked hard to do good deeds, maybe I could earn enough grace for my mother so her next life 

would be kinder. 

I traveled across the country, and in the end, I went to the Southwest to help tackle the wind–erosion 

problem. 

I never expected to see Evan and Wendy there 

again. 

Evan’s face was weathered and worn. His body 

was covered in scars, and he walked with a limp. 

He looked more pitiful than a chained–up yard dog. 

Wendy looked like she had lost her mind. Her hair 

was matted, her clothes were filthy, and she was 

shoving sand into her mouth. 

When I saw them, I froze for a moment. 

Evan first turned away in panic, then stumbled 

toward me. 

“Are you doing well?” 

“Well enough.” 

My career had become a success, but losing my 

mother had become the pain I could never heal 

from. 

In my midnight dreams, that plate of brown–sugar 

glazed meatloaf would always appear before me, slowly growing moldy, as my own soul seemed to 

wither away with it. 

Evan slowly lowered his head. 

“I’m sorry. Back then, I didn’t know she would kill 

herself.” 

I gave a derisive smile. 

“You knew. You just didn’t expect her to bring in 

the General.” 

“I didn’t.” 

He argued in panic, but it only made him look even more cowardly and ridiculous. 

“Evan, when my mother took pity on you and brought you home, I should have killed you then.” 

“And Wendy. Back then, I shouldn’t have saved her because I felt sorry for her. I should have watched those thugs beat her to death.” 

The kindness my mother and I had shown them 

had turned into knives pointed back at us.