“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill her. I’m not that stupid,” Mara said calmly.
“Honey, don’t do anything rash. It’s not worth it,” Lacey added, worried.
“It’s fine, Mom.”
Mr. Mercer, Mrs. Mercer, help me!”
Rachel was terrified. The only reasons she had endured the abuse were to keep her job to support her family and to look after Miss Mira.
But if she was dead, it would all be for nothing.
But Mara still grabbed Rachel’s arm with one hand.
“Aaargh—!”
With a piercing scream, Rachel’s arm was bent at a sickeningly unnatural angle…
Even as Rachel was telling her the story, Mira was pulling up the surveillance footage on her phone.
She knew Rachel might be downplaying things to protect her.
Mara was a monster; she had always known that.
But what Mira hadn’t expected, even in her second life, was that Mr. and Mrs. Mercer could condone their daughter’s violent acts and then continue on as if nothing had happened, all smiles and harmony.
At least, Mira had never seen this side of them before Mara was brought back into the family.
Was this the result of Mara’s brainwashing, or was this their true, rotten nature?
This went beyond favoritism; this was a complete loss of basic human decency.
To associate with people like this, to hope they would ever come back to her side, was a complete delusion.
No wonder that in her past life, she had exhausted herself trying to win them back, only to fail in the end.
The next part of the video showed Mr. and Mrs. Mercer arranging for Rachel to be taken to the hospital.
It wasn't out of a sudden pang of conscience, but because they didn’t want things to get out of hand. They were cleaning up their daughter’s mess.
Mira stopped watching. “Rachel, pack your things. You’re leaving with me.”
“Miss, if we leave, where will we go?”
“Don’t worry about that. Just trust me.”

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