The Withered Tree Blooms Again
Grandpa Arthur Bennett was taken to court after being accused of using violence and coercion to commit rape.
Yet I lounged at home, idly scrolling on my phone while watching a livestream.
In my previous life, determined to uncover the truth, I had volunteered to serve as the plaintiff’s lawyer and investigated the case in depth.
I had even contacted my brother, Ethan Bennett, praised as a genius lawyer, and urged him to defend Grandpa.
But he believed the story I told was absurd—a lie meant to stop him, my best friend, and my mom from going on their trip to Moonlake together—and he blocked all my contact information.
In the end, Grandpa was sentenced to life in prison and suffered a fatal heart attack in the courtroom.
My family believed I had deliberately helped the plaintiff and disregarded my own kin. They blamed Grandpa’s conviction and death on me.
When my Mom returned and saw Grandpa’s body, she collapsed in grief. Overcome with emotion, she got into her car and drove it straight into me, killing me.
When I awoke with a start, I realized I had returned to three hours before Grandpa was taken to court.