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When I opened my eyes again, my fingers were tightly wrapped around a bank card with frayed edges.In the account was three thousand dollars—money I had squeezed out penny by penny from selling scraps and odd jobs after our family went bankrupt and our estate was foreclosed.My bedridden mother would soon need this money to pay for her life-saving medicine.“Hazel, please! My son Jeremy has to pay his school fee tomorrow. He can’t miss the deadline—his future will be ruined.“I know you’re bankrupt, but still you’re better off than us. Three thousand dollars is a drop in the bucket for you. Call it an act of charity!”Standing before me was my distant uncle, Uncle Jack, in his dusty gray jacket, sniffling and wailing at the top of his lungs.He stared at the card in my hand, greed glinting in his murky eyes. He leaned forward, his hands poised to pounce and snatch it away at any given second.Looking at his face, my mind drifted into a momentary blur.On this exact day in my past life,

The shatter of the glass exploded in the cramped living room, sending razor-thin shards flying across the floor to spray against my feet.Serena shrieked in terror, dropping to the floor to cover her ears as her entire body trembled like a leaf in a gale.On this exact day in my past life, these loan sharks had kicked the door down in the exact same manner.Back then, the moment Scarface took a step toward Serena, my reflexes had kicked in. I sprinted into the kitchen, grabbed an empty glass beer bottle, smashed it against the counter, and wielded the jagged glass to shield her with my life.I took several vicious blows from their baseball bats, bleeding profusely from a broken forehead, yet I led Serena through the gang in a desperate scramble, running to the police station several streets away.Yet afterward, standing in the cold hallway of the precinct, Serena didn’t have a single word of gratitude for me. Instead, she offered only disdain and disapproval as she looked down at my bl

With that, I didn’t spare her another glance as I turned and walked straight out the front doors of the precinct.I went straight to the hospital and deposited the three thousand dollars into the ICU account, ensuring Mom’s upcoming treatments wouldn’t be interrupted.Looking at Mom lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask strapped to her face, I swore a quiet oath to myself.In this lifetime, I wouldn’t just protect her life. I would also reclaim everything that belonged to our family.Meanwhile, having completely lost me as her safety net, Serena didn’t go out to find a job or earn an honest living.She found waiting tables too exhausting and sales too degrading.Returning to our run down apartment with its kicked-in door and scattered debris, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of her swollen cheek and stained white dress.She posted the photo on Twitter with a caption: “Day fifteen of bankruptcy. Debt collectors showed up at our door. My sister refused to hand over he

I stood by the glass railing on the second floor, looking down with icy detachment as she threw her pathetic tantrum below.I didn’t bother heading downstairs—I knew someone else would step up to champion her cause.Sure enough, Edward Wayne from Finance just stepped out of the elevator.The moment my eyes landed on him, hatred started churning inside me.In my past life, this was the man who had exploited my desperate need to save my family’s home. He forced me into signing falsified accounting books and ultimately pinned a massive embezzlement on my back, driving me into falling to my death.“Oh dear, what happened here? Why is such a gorgeous young lady crying like this?” Edward slapped on a warm smile as he walked over, handing Serena a few tissues while waving off the security guards.Finding her lifeline, Serena immediately poured her heart out, weeping tears of heartbreak as she recounted my cold-blooded behavior. She claimed she didn’t care for wealth or luxury, that she only w

I slowly bent over and peeled her fingers back one by one.“My dear,” I murmured, staring at her ashen face, my voice deadly calm. “If you’re truly innocent, the law will eventually clear your name.”Serena looked as if she just got struck by lightning. She froze, staring up at me in utter disbelief.“Didn’t you always lecture me to be kind to others, to place absolute trust in people?” I straightened to my full height, towering over her with undisguised mockery in my gaze.“You trusted Mr. Wayne, and you signed those forms. Now that it’s backfired, how could you blame anyone else? Pushing the blame onto others—tell me, how do you sleep at night?”Her lines. Her twisted logic.“No, it shouldn’t be like this.” Serena collapsed into a broken heap, muttering in despair as her strength gave out.I didn’t spare her another glance. Turning away, I walked toward the senior officer and Mr. Kingsley, pulling an encrypted flash drive from my bag.“Officer, Mr. Kingsley. In truth, I noticed irreg