Revenge After rebirth (Mayra and Anderson)

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The family doctor diagnosed Mayra with acute gastrointestinal bleeding, which was a recurring ailment. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The doctor said, “This condition seems to be a chronic issue. It’s not easy to treat. It requires long– term care, and it’s best to get her to a hospital for intravenous therapy.”

Caroline looked at Sonia with a troubled expression. “Alas, I didn’t

expect such a young child to suffer from such a serious illness. If Mr. Anderson finds out about this when he returns, it might strain your relationship with him even further.”

“What? Does he want to forsake his grandmother for an outsider?”

Sonia retorted.

“Well, Madam Sonia, you know his temper. He’s not the same as when he was a child. He’s not easily controlled anymore.”

No one could deny that!

Sonia had experienced the pain of losing her husband, and her son severed ties with the family over a woman he met at a club.

When news of her only grandson’s accident reached her, she aged a decade overnight.

“Fine. Take the child to the hospital. I might have wronged her if she genuinely wanted to resolve the misunderstanding between Anderson

and Isabel.”

Caroline smiled. “I knew it. Madam Sonia, you’re strict on the outside but soft–hearted on the inside. After all, she’s just a child. How could you really bear to send her away?”

“It’s not about that. It’s because her parents saved Anderson’s life. Let

her stay at the Barlow Estate for a while

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“You’ll personally teach her the Barlow family rules and temper her wild nature. She called me an old hag. If word gets out, the Barlow family’s reputation will be damaged.”

“Yes, Madam Sonia.”

Mayra lay there with her eyes closed, feeling the excruciating pain in her stomach. It was as if her insides were being twisted and crushed.

At that moment, she felt a pair of hands gently wiping the cold sweat off her forehead. This feeling was so familiar.

“Mom… why did you leave me… I don’t want to be an orphan…”

Those strange and familiar memories that were sealed in her mind surfaced. In a cozy house less than a thousand square feet, a middle- aged man held his child lovingly.

“This girl is wonderful. Look at her eyes and nose; she looks just like you. She’ll be as beautiful as you when she grows up…”

“I’ve given her a name. Let’s call her Mayra. She’s our precious daughter.”

“Okay.”

In the blink of an eye, the baby in the middle–aged man’s arms was already three years old and learning to speak. Every day, she would stand by the door, listening for the sound of footsteps passing by.

When the door opened, the middle–aged man would be home from driving his cab. Holding a cake in his hand, he would happily pick up his little daughter who was waiting for him with his free hand.

“Let’s see if you’ve grown taller today…”

“Daddy…”

Caroline looked at the unconscious girl who was crying silently in her sleep. She felt a pang of sorrow as she shook her head. “Poor child…”

However, the scene in Mayra’s dream shifted to a car accident and a fire. An originally happy family was torn apart.

No matter how much Mayra screamed for help in her dream, no one heard her. She could only watch as the fire engulfed her loved ones bit by bit.

In the dream, a man who was filled with sorrow was suppressing his emotions while calling out her name, “Mayra…”

That voice belonged to Anderson.

The fire gradually faded. The sky turned gray all of a sudden, and the atmosphere was stifling. Raindrops fell on her hands.

Where was this?

Why were there so many people, all dressed in black suits, standing in the rain in a desolate field?

When Mayra looked over, her eyes widened instantly, and they were filled with fear. She took a step back.

This was the place where she was buried alive.

Mayra forgot how to breathe momentarily. Anderson… It was Anderson…