A Lifesaving Mess

“Miss Stevens, my sister lost a massive amount of blood after her car accident. If it weren’t for your lifesaving donation, she wouldn’t have survived. Here is a small token of my gratitude. Please accept them.”

The wealthy heir, Elijah Foster, gave a subtle look to the assistant beside him. Immediately, the assistant stepped forward, holding out the deed to a luxury mansion and the keys to a high-end sports car.

People in the office instantly erupted in shock.

“That villa is in Bluewater Bay, isn’t it? I heard one of those costs over thirty million dollars!”

“And that car is a limited-edition Porsche Cayenne! It’s the rich people’s favorite toy. How did Sadie get this lucky?”

Among the crowd, only Cassie Bennett kept her head lowered in silence, her expression dark and unreadable.

Just as I reached out to accept the gifts, she suddenly rushed forward and slapped my hand away.

“Sadie, if you do a good deed, you shouldn’t expect anything in return. It’s fine to accept gratitude, but how could you accept the gifts? We may not be rich, but we still have dignity. If you accept charity like this, people will only look down on you!”

The moment I heard those familiar words, I realized I had been reborn.

In my previous life, she had stopped me the same way. Brainwashed by her self-righteous nonsense, I rejected Elijah Foster’s gifts without hesitation, all for the sake of preserving my so-called dignity. Yet afterward, she teamed up with my boyfriend, Cole Tory, and secretly claimed the mansion and car in my name.

When I eventually discovered the truth, the two of them pushed me down the stairs to silence me. I died from the fall, and after my death, they even started livestreaming online, profiting shamelessly from my tragedy.

“Guys, Sadie was the one who refused the gifts in the first place. Later, when Mr. Foster transferred them to us, she got jealous. And during the argument, she accidentally fell down the stairs herself. If you ask me, it was karma.”

Under her manipulation, the internet called me a ‘fake saint’, saying that I was too prideful for my own good and that I deserved what happened to me. I died so full of hatred, while they became millionaire influencers and rose straight to fame and fortune. Fortunately, I had been given a second chance in life.

Coming back to my senses, I looked into Cassie’s reddened, jealousy-filled eyes and finally understood the vicious ambition hidden beneath her fake concern. This time, I ignored her manipulative lecture completely.

Ignoring the ugly look spreading across her face, I calmly took the deed and the car keys before slipping them into my bag.

“Mr. Foster, I’ll gladly accept your kind gesture.”

Cassie was taken aback. She clearly hadn’t expected me, the person she could always manipulate so easily, to refuse being controlled this time.

A flash of malice crossed her eyes before she pointed at me and exploded. “Sadie, how can you accept them? You have no shame at all! Taking handouts from people like this makes you no different from a beggar on the street!”