The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

In my previous life, Dustin was angered to death by Patrick.

It was because he learned Patrick would often skip class to fly overseas to see Yaritza after she was sent abroad for school. On her birthday, Patrick even gave her a luxury car worth almost a million dollars.

The total assets of the Carroll family barely amounted to a few million.

Dustin called him a good–for–nothing spendthrift, and ultimately, after all the stress and anger, he died from a heart attack.

When Patrick learned of Dustin’s sudden death, he didn’t feel he had done anything wrong. Instead, he believed it was the consequence of his father trying to stand in the way of his love.

In this life, I hoped Dustin would stay healthy and happy.

Only if he lived healthily would he be able to see what kind of person the son he raised had really become.

I owed Dustin a lot for raising me.

In this second chance at life, while my studies were important, more crucial was ensuring that Dustin stayed away from danger.

A few days later, Patrick finally came to the hospital.

When he saw me, his expression was full of disdain. “So, you’re taking advantage of the situation, right? But you can forget it. My dad’s assets will all go to me! No of the situation, right? But you can f matter what happens, I’m still his son!”

I ignored him and continued working on my homework.

Not satisfied, he pressed on, “What’s the point of trying so hard? You’ll just end up working for me in the future anyway. Typical poor person thinking. You’re just so narrow minded!”

With a loud crash, a cup flew through the air and struck Patrick squarely on the back.

“Leave your sister alone and let her study. She’s not like you!”

Dustin struggled to sit up in bed, his face full of anger.

“Dad, I came here to see you. Why are you being so harsh with me?” Patrick retorted.

“Came to visit me? Then where were you these past few days?” Dustin snapped.

“Dad, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?”

Patrick softened his tone, moving to sit beside the bed. “After all, I’m your son. How could I not care about you?”

“Then break up with that girl and focus on your studies.”

“No way!”

Just hearing the word “breakup” made Patrick flare up in anger. “I love Yaritza.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Let me tell you the truth,” he continued. “I came here today to ask why you cut off my credit card. Do you have any idea how hard Yaritza has had it while staying with me these days? She’s your future daughter–in–law, the mother of your future grandchild!”