The Regressed Baby Refuses To Be Raised

First life. An orphan, I was adopted into a noble family at the age of five. But happiness was fleeting. ‘You’re so selfish, Annelia.’ When the real daughter appeared, the family turned on me. And so, on my seventeenth birthday, I died lonely in a solitary room, only to regress to a day a few weeks before being adopted? [I’m a genius. If you just promise not to ask me anything, I can be a great help to the Abner family.] To avoid repeating the same life, this time I made connections with a different family. I only intended to freeload until I came of age, providing information about the future, but… “Oh, our puppy Annelia is here!” The Empress Dowager calls me a puppy, “Can I fe...