Chapter 4

Tears immediately welled up in Delia's eyes.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, looking extremely aggrieved.

"I was the one who hid them. I'm sorry."

"I was just so scared. I was afraid Vivian would leak such important documents like she did in the past life, causing our family to go bankrupt and starting a tragic life."

"I didn't know what to do. In a moment of panic... I thought I'd hide them first and secretly put them back after the bid ended. That way it would be foolproof."

This reason was full of holes and even somewhat stupid.

However, watching Delia cry so heartbrokenly and mention the misery of the past life, the severity in Grandpa and Grandma's eyes faded slightly, replaced by complexity and understanding.

As if her foolish action was truly out of love and fear for the family.

Marcus immediately stepped forward, shielding her.

"Delia was also thinking of this family. She just used the wrong method! Compared to someone who deliberately plotted in the past life and destroyed us all, what does this unintentional mistake matter?"

I lay in Mom's belly, my little feet idly paddling through the amniotic fluid.

[Marcus, Delia wasn't unintentional at all. She was deliberately framing Mom.]

[If William hadn't helped Mom this time, Mom would've been blamed for leaking secrets again like in the past life. Silly Marcus, I won't play with you anymore!]

Marcus's body suddenly stiffened. The arm protecting Delia seemed to freeze as well, his mood heavy.

Dad's brow furrowed tightly. Staring at the crying Delia without speaking immediately, the suspicion in his eyes deepened.

Over the next few days, similar incidents happened one after another.

Whenever anything bad happened in the house, all evidence would point to my mom.

Each time, when the whole family looked at the bewildered Mom with their habitual hateful gazes, my clear and urgent thoughts would ring out timely, pointing out key evidence like a little detective.

At first, they were still skeptical, but every time they investigated according to the "hints," they found evidence precisely and without error, proving Mom's innocence.

Again and again.

Dad's gaze toward Mom was no longer the pure hatred from the beginning, but filled with incredulous confusion.

Grandpa and Grandma looked at Mom's consistently clear eyes with a touch of foolishness and innocent expression, then compared it with Delia's pale excuses every time she was exposed. They fell into prolonged silence.

Even the most steadfast Marcus, faced with "coincidence" after "coincidence" and evidence after evidence, gradually couldn't immediately speak up in Delia's defense. He only looked at Mom with increasingly complex and scrutinizing eyes.

Could it be that the vicious woman Vivian who destroyed them in the past life was actually innocent?

After a business dinner ended, Dad and Marcus went to the parking garage to get the car. Mom and Delia followed.

Suddenly, a dozen men wielding clubs with malicious expressions surrounded them from the shadows.

"William, Marcus, long time no see?" The leader grinned viciously. "Finally caught you alone. This time, if I don't cripple you, I've lived for nothing!"

"You even brought two pretty women along. Perfect, we'll deal with them together!"

I jumped anxiously in Mom's belly.

[This didn't happen in the past life. Why are bad people suddenly coming to bully William and Marcus? You must be careful!]