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

Dustin never skimped on money for Patrick and me. Every month, we each received an allowance of 20 thousand dollars.

In the past, Patrick only focused on his studies. He neither went out to have fun nor spent money on luxury items, so he saved quite a bit.

However, in the past few months, while dating Yaritza, he had spent it all in their extravagant ways.

Dustin found out from Patrick’s friends that he had been spending a lot of money on Yaritza, so he cut off Patrick’s card.

Just a few days later, Patrick came demanding money.

His father was in the hospital because of him, yet the first thing he did upon arriving was ask for money.

“Get out of here! From now on, I won’t give you a single cent!”

Another cup flew at Patrick, which he narrowly dodged.

His eyes turned red with rage, and he pointed at me, shouting, “You’re not giving me money because you’re saving it for this bastard! Dustin Carroll, you’re my father, yet you’re siding with her!”

It was the first time Patrick had called his father by his full name, so Dustin clutched his chest in anger. Moments later, he collapsed on the bed, unconscious.

I rushed to press the emergency button and ran out to call for the doctors and nurses.

When I returned with the medical staff, the money and cards from Dustin’s wallet were already gone.

When Dustin’s condition stabilized, I returned to school.

Though I had been absent for over two weeks, I still placed second in the class on the monthly exams.

The teachers were surprised by my progress and praised my diligence frequently during lessons.

The top one was Blake Hodge, who was also my deskmate.

He had always held second place in class, but with Patrick’s downfall, Blake became the number one.

Because of this, Patrick went up to him and sneered, “Remember, this top spot is one I gave up on. I won’t waste my time on useless tasks like this.”

Patrick was confident that with the memories of his past life, he would get a full grade in the exam, so he treated everyday exams and lessons with disdain.

Blake simply smiled, “Is it so? We’ll see who comes out on top at that time.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Patrick was too arrogant, convinced no one was smarter than him.

In reality, Blake was the real genius.

He had always ranked below Patrick, simply because he didn’t like the way the teachers used first place to judge students.

In my past life, Blake became the top science student in the city with the highest score. He turned down offers from prestigious universities in the country and went abroad to study at the top university in the world.

That afternoon, I took the bus to the hospital as usual after school.

Just as I stepped out of the school gate, Patrick blocked my way in his sports car.

Since taking Dustin’s money and cards, he had threatened and bribed the driver to give him the car. Now, he spent his days driving Yaritza around, living a carefree life.

“Averie, get in the car. We’ll go to the hospital together!”

“You two go ahead. I’ll take the bus.”

I glanced at Yaritza, who was in the passenger seat with her legs propped up, drying her nail polish. I thought to myself that Dustin would probably get angry again when he saw them.

“You either get in yourself or I’ll make you,” Patrick said, narrowing his eyes.

I looked up at the sky. The sun had not yet set, so I figured nothing too bad would happen. I opened the door and got in.

As Patrick drove, he frequently kissed Yaritza or touched her thigh.

Whenever he got bored, he would turn his attention to me in the back seat to amuse himself.

“What’s the point of working so hard? When I have my own company, she’ll just be sucking up to me,” he mocked.

Yaritza laughed loudly, “You don’t get it. Studying is her only way out. After all, she’s so plain and ugly.”

“True enough. No one can compare to my beautiful baby!” Patrick replied.

I ignored them and kept my eyes on the view outside the window.

-I–had a good memory, and soon I realized the car had deviated from the route.

This was not the way to the hospital!

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“You’ll know when we get there.”