Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 4 Rebirth

Chapter 4 Rebirth

Roslin was floating in the air. After a brief confusion, she regained her memories.

She was dead, killed by her trusted older brother.

Her older brother who had always been on her side and also hated Linda, actually loved Linda in secret.

He had great acting skills and schemes.

It took him eight years to gain her trust, and he had plotted against her for eight years to betray her in the end. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Watching everyone comforting Linda and hearing them curse her, Roslin felt a sense of absurdity and sadness.

This was the Smith family, and she always regarded them as their family.

The hotel security personnel looked at Roslin's dead body and hesitated for a moment before looking at John. "Mr. Smith, your daughter's dead body..."

John said the most heartless words coldly, "We don't have a daughter like her in our family. Do whatever you want with her body. You can either throw her away or burn her."

Everyone left, and the guests dispersed, leaving only the hotel staff and a cold body behind.

The staff didn't dare to approach Roslin's body, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall. As soon as the man appeared, he drew everyone's attention.

The manager looked shocked when he saw the man and hurried over. "Mr. Cooper."

The man glanced at the woman lying on the cold floor and ordered coldly, "Notify the funeral home."

"Yes, Mr. Cooper."

After the man left, the manager looked at the poor woman on the ground and sighed. "Some people may look cold on the surface, but they're actually better than those who put on fake smiles. Miss, don't live such a miserable life in your next life. Live for yourself."

At that moment, Roslin, who was floating in the air, was suddenly swept away by a strong force and lost consciousness.

......

On Greencloud Hill in the famous wealthy suburb of H City, a Mercedes-Benz was driving along the winding road. Suddenly, a black cat rushed out of the jungle. The driver was so frightened and slammed on the brakes.

"Screech!" The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground harshly echoed.

"Bang!" The girl sitting in the backseat hit her head on the back of the seat and fainted on the spot. The driver, with his heart pounding, covered his chest in fear.

In the middle of the road, a black cat stood, meowing in the direction of the car, its voice piercing and creepy.

The driver was annoyed and got out of the car. The black cat quickly ran away, standing on the road and howling toward the black car.

The driver was gooseflesh all over because of the black cat's howling. He picked up a stone with annoyance and threw it fiercely at the cat. "F*ck off!"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, the girl who had fainted in the car suddenly opened her eyes. Her blood-red eyes were filled with hatred, so intense that it seemed tangible.

Wasn't she dead?

What was happening?

Looking around, she fixed her eyes on the familiar figure outside the car.

The black cat glanced in the direction of the car and stopped meowing. It turned around and entered the woods. The driver, Sam, cursed as he came back.

This scene was like the switch in Roslin's memory, awakening her memories from eight years ago.

It was her first time sitting in a luxury car, and her first time on the way back home.

She put her hand on her arm, increased her strength slowly, and pinched it hard, feeling a clear pain.

Everything was so real.

She was back.

She was back to eight years ago, the beginning of her tragic life.