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Myla Morales, the nanny's daughter, built her "high and mighty" persona during college. For four years, she swiped my credit card while manipulating me with her words. "I can take care of myself. If you didn't beg me for money, I wouldn't even consider spending your filthy cash! Your so-called charity is nothing to me. To me, we're equals!" In my past life, I let her keep her pride, not caring about her words. She donated to the library, installed air conditioners in every student dormitory, and became the darling of the public with her so-called "noble deeds." The school even publicly praised her, and she earned the title of "philanthropist." Then, my parents gave me a lavish graduation gift worth millions. The very next day, she sobbed, claiming, "Someone stole my gift!" Everyone believed her lies, and I was branded as a lowly thief. I was about to expose the truth, but she arranged for someone to kill me. "You think I'm spending your money for you? You're nothing but a parasite on your parents' wealth, and without it, you're nothing! f it weren't for being born into a good family, you think you could point fingers at me?" I died without closure. Myla shamelessly moved into my mansion. When my parents returned from abroad and learned the truth, they were devastated. She pretended to be the perfect daughter, replacing me as the true heiress. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in my college days. Myla was proudly shaking hands with the principal, signing the donation agreement. As the whole school praised her charity, I quickly disconnected my family card.