A Love Reborn: Finding Romance Twice In One Lifetime
Chapter 303: THE TRUTH BACK THEN 3

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: THE TRUTH BACK THEN 3

These mammies just came so fast, stuffed cloths in her mouth and dragged her outside where she was tied to a four-way pillar with ropes.

She wasn’t even given time to explain or defend herself. Everyone was looking at her with disdain and some were mocking her.

"Tsk, tsk. With such a skinny body, what does she want to do with the masters? Stab them to death?"

It was so painful to listen to, she could only cry and looked pleadingly to the mistress. Her eyes darted around and found someone who could save her but that person looked away and the girl aggrievedly cried inwardly, ’Foster mother, why are you not saving me? I didn’t do what they are accusing me of!’

She wanted to plead for herself desperately, but alas it was futile, and the flogging began.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

Each flog was so strong, filled with strength and a determination to leave her either crippled or dead.

She couldn’t cry out loud, all that could be heard were muffles and tears and snorts running down her face.

She didn’t know how many flogs she got, but her body became numb and those watching saw her clothes getting soaked in blood.

Even if she were to survive, without any medical attention given to slaves, she wouldn’t last a single day.

The skinny slave was flogged until she was silent. It was only then that the mammies flogging her checked her nose and shook their heads.

"She is dying!" they told the matriarch and the old lady frowned indifferently before ordering, "bury her outside!" before leaving the place.

The mammies didn’t delay, but wrapped the poor girl in a straw mat and carried her out of the manor. Those who remained were in fear but also thankful that it wasn’t them who got beaten to that extent.

The mammies left the manor and brought the girl into the forest, where some male slaves dug a shallow grave before she was thrown into the grave.

However, as she was thrown, she flinched and everyone was startled.

"Should we .... Should we bring her out?" one of the male slaves asked nervously upon seeing that the girl wasn’t dead yet.

But one of the mammies ruthlessly squashed that idea and said, "Are you acting like a fool? Have you forgotten the reason why she was flogged like this and you want to save her?"

When the mammy said that, everyone at the scene became clear-headed.

So, what if she was still alive?

They started throwing the earth over her body, disregarding how she whimpered, looking for help.

"Blame yourself for being born a slave. Who made you eavesdrop on the secrets of the manor like that?"

The girl who was being buried alive couldn’t understand what secrets she overheard. She only saw people she wasn’t supposed to see, so how did it turn into that?

Unfortunately, she didn’t have any strength to defend herself, so she was buried alive and suffocated to death there.

She died with her eyes open, reluctant to part with this world.

Was it going to end like that?

As if the deities were willing to give her an answer, the girl’s spirit came out of the grave and she looked dull and spiritless.

The mammies who had buried her were still stomping on the grave, just to make sure that everything was foolproof and, in the process, couldn’t help but reveal the truth of the matter.

"Imagine my shock when that scary sir revealed that someone was eavesdropping!"

"You aren’t alone. I was so scared. If the patriarch had learnt that his kids aren’t his and that the matriarch has been poisoning him all these years, our lives would be finished!"

"Thankfully, the problem had been dealt with."

"One day, it will be us facing this kind of fate!"

"Hahaha, we will wait until that day comes. But for now, let us enjoy as much as we can!"

The mammies and slaves, unaware that the dead had risen as a spirit, openly talked about the truth and the spirit was shocked.

She couldn’t believe that there was such a crazy secret in the manor, but even if it was like that, wouldn’t she be a fool to expose it? Who would believe a mere slave like her?

If it hadn’t been for that black-robed man who spotted her, then maybe her life would have been spared. But what was the point of thinking about all that? She was dead, and the dead, what could they do?

The girl was frustrated. She regretted being born as her mother’s daughter. If she wasn’t born from her, then perhaps she wouldn’t be a slave and suffer this kind of fate.

But then, why blame others?

She was just a victim of an unfair society. It has been like that since ages ago, so who was she to complain? One way or the other, it was predestined that she was going to die under her master’s sword. It just happened that it happened sooner.

She regretted being unable to see the world. Its beauty and not being able to eat a lot of good food.

She regretted not having a loving family and having less food to eat.

"If there is a next life, I want to be happy, have a family, eat what I want and have a lot of money every time. I am willing to do anything just to experience this!" the spirit knelt on top of her fresh grave; her hands clasped together as she prayed to the deities who had never listened to any of her prayers before.

If they really existed, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up that way.

But the deities were determined to prove her wrong.

A voice from nowhere rang in the spirit’s ears.

[Do you really want to have a second chance at life?]

The girl didn’t care about who was talking to her. Since there was a response, she hurriedly responded, "Yes. I will do anything!" she begged earnestly.

[Will you take revenge for those who wronged you?]

The spirit didn’t respond straight away but was lost in thoughts.

[There is no need to respond. Whatever you do is none of my business.]

The spirit sighed with relief upon hearing that. She wasn’t sure whether it was the right thing to take revenge. She hated those people, but at the same time felt that if she were in their shoes, she might have been cruel as well.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked enthusiastically.