When we went to the impoverished mountain area to sponsor a child, my best friend, Chloe, couldn't wait to choose the autistic boy. "This kid looks so pitiful. Mia, you have a weak constitution, you should sponsor that genius boy. You'll enjoy a good life with him later!" Everyone praised my best friend's loyalty, but only I knew she had been reborn. In our previous life, two children in the mountain area stood out. One was an exceptionally intelligent genius, and the other was a silent, autistic child. Chloe rushed to take the genius boy. But the boy turned out to be an ungrateful wretch. After getting into an Ivy League university, he completely ignored her. When he eventually became a billionaire doctor, he even played the victim, accusing her of molesting and abusing him. My best friend was cyberbullied, lost her job, went bankrupt from lawsuits, and her parents died of anger because of her. Meanwhile, the autistic child I sponsored later became a renowned designer, winning countless international awards. When Chloe had nothing left, seeing the respectful and loving way the boy treated me drove her mad with jealousy. She hit me with her car and killed me. Opening her eyes again, she definitely wouldn't repeat her past mistakes. But looking at her smug face, I couldn't help but laugh. Doesn't she know that autism, when it reaches a certain level, can turn into psychopathy? 1 "Liam has had autism since he was little. It's not just that he doesn't speak; his emotions are highly unstable. He hits people over the slightest displeasure. The teachers at the orphanage have been beaten by him several times." "He also suddenly screams and cries at night, staying awake all night. You really need to think this through." As she spoke, the orphanage director pushed the straight-A student, Arthur, forward. "This child has been incredibly smart since he was little. Not only are his grades top-notch, but he also knows how to handle things and is very sensible!" Arthur, wearing a white shirt and jeans, smiled brightly at Chloe, looking exactly like the male lead in a campus romance novel. But Chloe backed away repeatedly as if she had seen a ghost. "No!!" "Arthur is so excellent, he should go to Mia. Taking care of Liam is too exhausting, I couldn't bear to see her suffer." I rolled my eyes hard inwardly at her hypocritical display. In our previous life, Chloe wasn't like this at all. Back then, she couldn't wait to pull Arthur to her side, terrified I would fight her for him. Arthur indeed lived up to expectations: he got into an Ivy League, earned his Ph.D., started a business after graduation, and became a billionaire doctor at a young age. During that time, Chloe showed off to me every chance she got. "Mia, what can the kid you're raising do besides hit people and scream?" "I guess this is it for you in this life—serving an idiot, with no hope of ever getting ahead." "Unlike me. Arthur is worth hundreds of millions now. I won't have to do anything from now on, just lie back and enjoy life." But no one expected that the glamorous Arthur was actually an ungrateful wretch. He accused Chloe on camera of molesting and abusing him since childhood, and later forcing him to marry her. Overnight, Chloe became a pariah. Netizens photoshopped her pictures into funeral portraits and splashed paint all over her front door. Her company couldn't withstand the pressure and had to fire her. On her way home, she saw her own parents killed in a hit-and-run. Finally, Arthur sued her for a massive sum in compensation. She emptied her savings but still couldn't fill the hole, eventually ending up on the streets, begging to survive. Meanwhile, the Liam I sponsored not only stepped out of the shadow of autism but also became a famous designer, eventually gifting all his assets to me. Chloe went mad with jealousy and drove her car straight into me, killing me. Reborn into this life, she naturally couldn't wait to get rid of Arthur. I looked at Chloe in front of me and asked softly: "If you choose him, aren't you afraid you'll regret it?" Chloe immediately waved her hand dismissively, her face full of contempt. "What do you know! Liam looks quiet, but he's definitely a genius in his bones. Don't fight me for him!" "Only certain people look like decent human beings but are actually ungrateful, backstabbing wolves. I wouldn't want that." I sneered inwardly at her determined look. Fight her for him? I couldn't wait for her to take him away quickly. No one knew that behind Liam's glamorous facade was an endless nightmare I endured. After he recovered from his autism, he developed a severe, paranoid possessiveness. He would secretly delete all male contacts from my phone while I was asleep, calling it "afraid you'll get scammed." He installed bars on all the windows in the house under the guise of safety, keeping me trapped like a bird in a gilded cage. When I was sick, he stayed by my side constantly. But then he turned around and fired a male doctor who had just handed me a cup of water. He always said: "Only I can protect you." Yet, when I tried to contact my family, he smashed my phone and roared with red eyes: "You have me, that's enough! You don't need anyone else!" The suffocating feeling wrapped in that "gentleness" made me despair even more than his fists did when he was a child. Even if Chloe hadn't run me over with her car, I wouldn't have lasted much longer in that kind of life. Since Chloe wanted a paranoid psychopath in this life, I'd let her have him. I absolutely didn't want to suffer the pain of being imprisoned and abused again! 2 As soon as we got home, Arthur put down his luggage and started studying. But when I woke up from my nap, I found that dinner, with meat and vegetables, was already laid out on the dining table. Looking at the cautious and eager-to-please Arthur in front of me, I felt incredibly comfortable. In my previous life, when I first brought Liam through the door, he suddenly went crazy. He not only smashed everything in the house to pieces but also strangled me tightly. If I hadn't prepared a sedative in advance, I wouldn't have survived that day. Now, having an obedient, sensible, and good-looking Arthur, how could I not be happy? Seeing me staring at the food without moving, Arthur lowered his voice even more. "Is it not to your taste? Should I go make something else?" I quickly shook my head, picked up my chopsticks, took a bite, and nodded, saying: "It's very good, no need to change it." "If you need anything in the future, just ask me. I will help you with whatever I can satisfy." Hearing this, Arthur's eyes lit up. He hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I want to participate in the National Physics Olympiad..." I instantly remembered that in my previous life, Arthur won the gold medal in this very competition, earning him an exceptional admission to a top Ivy League school. From then on, his reputation as a physics genius spread nationwide, and he only had coldness and disgust for Chloe. I hesitated for a moment, but then thought that sponsoring a child was a good deed to begin with. Cultivating a talent is a good thing; I never expected him to repay me with anything. I nodded immediately. "Of course you can. I'll help you prepare, and I'll handle whatever you need." A bright smile immediately bloomed on Arthur's face. He turned and headed back to the kitchen: "Then I'll get you another bowl of soup, drink more to nourish your body." Looking at his joyful back, I really couldn't figure out how he turned into the ungrateful wretch he became later. Just after I finished eating, a video call from Chloe popped up on my phone. When connected, the screen showed Liam sitting at a desk, holding a paintbrush. On the paper was a crude drawing, messy lines showing absolutely no talent. Chloe leaned into the camera and said triumphantly: "Mia, look how good Liam is! He can even draw!" "What's the use of a physics genius? He might just turn out to be an ungrateful wretch. You'll regret it sooner or later." "Liam is a true genius. I'll stick with him from now on and enjoy endless good days." I rolled my eyes at her incessant chatter. Even though she deliberately angled the camera away from the smashed-up house, the bright red slap mark on her face was still clearly visible. I truly couldn't endure the "blessing" of being tortured by a psychopath. Besides, she probably didn't know yet that Liam's later talent in painting was all thanks to my father, a master of traditional painting, guiding and teaching him bit by bit. Without the guidance of a professional teacher in this life, given his condition, he probably wouldn't even be able to speak complete sentences, let alone become a famous designer. I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on her, just gave a few perfunctory responses, and hung up the phone. 3 In the following days, I used my family's resources to find many physics experts to tutor Arthur every week, and even managed to get him exclusive competition exercise books. Arthur studied exceptionally hard and became increasingly considerate of me in daily life. He would prepare meals in advance morning and night, remembering I don't eat cilantro, and even rushed to do chores, never letting me worry too much. Watching him handle everything so thoughtfully, I became even more confused: how could someone so sensible suddenly turn into a backstabbing wretch in the previous life? Before I could sort out my thoughts, my phone suddenly rang. When I answered, Chloe's heart-wrenching crying instantly came through. "Mia, come quickly to the police station! Save me!" When I rushed to the police station and asked around, I found out that Chloe had insisted on sending Liam to learn painting. The result? On his very first day, Liam went berserk, grabbed an inkstone, and broke two of the teacher's fingers! The other party demanded a ten-thousand-dollar compensation. Chloe couldn't come up with the money, which was why she frantically called me for help. I didn't hesitate much, fronted the medical expenses for her, and told her to take Liam away first. Before she left, I couldn't help but remind her: "His emotions are completely unstable right now. He's not suited to interact with the outside world. You need to find a professional for intervention first." Unexpectedly, Chloe flew into a rage out of humiliation, pointing at my nose and cursing: "Mind your own business! You just can't stand that Liam is a genius!" "What do you have to be so smug about? That ungrateful wretch Arthur will turn on you sooner or later, and then you'll taste what it's like to have your family destroyed!" As soon as she finished speaking, Liam, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward and hugged her waist, rubbing his fuzzy head against her neck. Chloe immediately beamed with joy. "See? Look how clingy he is with me now. His autism is much better." I shivered, terrified by the fleeting look of resentment I caught in Liam's eyes. This wasn't an improvement; it was clearly the onset of twisted paranoia! I was afraid of getting burned, so I didn't say another word, turned around, and headed home. From then on, every time I heard news of Chloe, it was either her being beaten into the hospital by Liam, or Liam smashing up another art class. I felt she was a total jinx and even avoided walking near her. 4 But I never expected that during Arthur's first summer break after getting into an Ivy League, Chloe would actually show up at my house uninvited. As soon as she walked in, she raised her chin, her tone full of mockery. "Mia, what did I tell you?" "That ungrateful wretch Arthur stopped contacting you after he started college, didn't he? He doesn't even come home; he doesn't care about you at all!" I froze for a moment, and thinking carefully, it really was as she said. After Arthur reported he had arrived safely at school, there had been no news from him. All the messages I sent were left on read with no reply. Seeing that I didn't refute her, Chloe grew even more smug. "Liam is much better than him. He sticks to me every day and is completely obedient to me." "You better watch out. When Arthur needs startup capital in the future, who knows how badly he'll scam you!" "When the time comes, you'll become a rat everyone wants to beat. Don't regret choosing the wrong person when your family is destroyed." After she finished, she smiled even more triumphantly. Although I never asked for anything in return when I sponsored Arthur, Chloe's words were like a thorn, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I took out my phone, wanting to call Arthur to ask about the situation, only to find out when I dialed that he had already blocked me. Clicking on his social media, it was full of photos from college activities. He was smiling brightly, living a very exciting life. And his latest post prominently read: [Getting ready to start a business with my best friend. Let's go!] I suddenly remembered my previous life. When he first started his business and was short on cash, he smoothly borrowed money from Chloe. But once the money was in his hands, he immediately blocked her. For five years after that, he completely ignored Chloe. And the next time he came looking for her, it was when he had become one of the top, wealthiest doctors in the country. To expand his hospital's reputation, he wildly proclaimed online that he had been abused and molested by his sponsor. Chloe tried to find him to clear her name, but was blocked in the hospital by reporters he had hired, thoroughly cementing the narrative that she was an abuser. Before I could recover from my shock, my phone suddenly vibrated. Arthur had sent a message. "Sister, I want to start a business, but I'm still a bit short on startup capital. Can you lend me some money?" Chloe leaned over, saw the message on the screen, and instantly burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I told you he was an ungrateful wretch! Asking for money as soon as he starts college; he's a bottomless pit!" "Who knows what he'll do to you for money in the future!" I stared at the screen, hesitating for a few seconds, but still replied: "How much do you need?" The smile on Chloe's face froze instantly, and she stared at me as if I were an idiot. "Are you crazy? You actually believe the nonsense this little animal says?" "He just treats you like a sucker, a walking ATM!" I ignored Chloe's words. Since I sponsored him, I should fulfill my responsibility. Without saying much, I directly transferred ten thousand dollars. Chloe was stomping her feet in anger beside me. Just as she was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang. When she answered, the art teacher's voice was loud enough to hear even without speakerphone. "Come pick up Liam immediately! This kid can't be a genius; he's a piece of trash!" "He can't even distinguish basic colors, and he's always throwing tantrums! No one can teach him!" Chloe's face instantly turned green. She hung up the phone, glared at me fiercely, grabbed her bag, slammed the door, and left. That same day, I saw on the news that Chloe caused a huge scene at the art institute for Liam, resulting in her being taken to the police station again. Only this time, she couldn't find me to rescue her. It wasn't until half a month later that the two were released, looking disheveled.
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