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My parents both died in a car accident. The only people willing to adopt my sister and me were the surgeon who performed their operation and the debt collector who came to collect what they owed. My sister said to me, “I’ve never been able to bear seeing others suffer. My biggest dream is to become a doctor and save lives. Please let me fulfill this dream.”
She deliberately chose the respectable–looking doctor, pushing me toward the debt collector to pay off our parents‘ debts. But she later discovered that the doctor not only lived in poverty but also required her to dissect various animals daily to practice her skills. My sister’s life became extremely difficult. Meanwhile, following the debt collector’s arrangements, I married his son and became part of his family, appearing prosperous to outsiders. My sister grew intensely jealous and poisoned me during one of our meetings. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day of our parents‘ accident. This time, my sister rushed to choose the debt collector, saying she wanted to become part of his family. I remained silent, thinking, “Someone as hypocritical as her perhaps needs that kind of environment to truly understand what real life is.”
After drinking the juice, my throat immediately swelled, making it difficult to breathe. I desperately turned to my sister, Amelie Hughes, for help. But she covered my mouth with her hand and said, “Scarlett, just hold on a little longer. It’ll get better soon.
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Ambulance resources are limited–if they come for you, what about people with heart attacks or car accidents?”
Fighting through the excruciating pain, I broke free from her grip and desperately cried out, “The juice is poisoned! Help me!”
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She frantically slapped me hard, shouting, “Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!”
Pinned to the ground by her, I couldn’t make a sound and closed my eyes in suffocation and despair. Afterward, she also drank the juice and lay quietly on the floor, waiting for death. With her dying breath, she still scolded me harshly, “Scarlett, you’re so inconsiderate. If you say the juice is poisoned, how will the store stay in business?”
But that juice was something she had brought–it had nothing to do with the store. When I opened my eyes again, Amelie was clinging tightly to the arm of a heavily tattooed man, her face full of desperate eagerness as she said, “Mr. Bernard, my parents are gone, and they can’t repay what they owed you. But I’m willing to pay their debt. I’ll go with you. Scarlett is incompetent— she’s not suitable for debt repayment.” Her tone was filled with pitiful helplessness. Looking at her face, so similar to mine yet suddenly younger by more than a decade, I understood. I had returned to the past–to many years ago, the day our parents had the accident.
Dr. Matthew Murray, the surgeon who operated on my parents, was trying to persuade her with regret on his face, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? I can take care of both of you.”
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As he spoke, he glanced at Wyatt Bernard, the debt collector standing nearby. Wyatt had a buzz cut, wore thick gold chains, and had tattoos covering his arms. His speech was crude–the typical image of a thug. Matthew couldn’t imagine what fate awaited the girls in his hands.
In my previous life, when Wyatt was about to take me away, Matthew had said the same thing out of compassion. But before I could agree, Amelie quickly told me, “You can’t. It’s already difficult enough for Dr. Murray to adopt someone unrelated to him like me. He can’t adopt you too–the burden would be too great. Besides, Mom and Dad did owe Mr. Bernard money. If he leaves empty–handed after coming to collect, that wouldn’t be fair to him either. Scarlett, you’ve always been stronger than me. I’m too weak. I believe if our parents were still here, they would want you to go with Mr. Bernard.”
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After being reborn, my sister chose a new adoptive father.
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Her words sounded sweet, but she was just worried that Wyatt wouldn’t collect his debt and would trouble her again, affecting her future life. So she pushed me toward the creditor Wyatt while choosing the seemingly respectable and reliable Matthew for herself. But this time, she not only actively chose Wyatt, but also spoke mockingly about Matthew’s kindness, “Dr. Murray, with that meager fixed salary of yours, how could you possibly support anyone? By not going with you, I’m actually doing you a favor.”
I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous life, after learning that I was living better than her, she grew jealous and poisoned my juice, intending for us to die together. No one expected that we would both return to the past. So this time, she not only chose Wyatt earlier than I could, but before leaving, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Scarlett, our last life was so unfair. I’ve always been a good person, so why did I end up worse off than you? This time things are finally fair. Heaven has seen my efforts, and now it’s my turn to live the good life.”
She continued, “As for you, spend the rest of your life with those frogs and lab rats.”
She walked away with a spring in her step, as if afraid I might change my mind and steal her choice. But in reality, I could barely hold back my laughter. She had no idea how much I had envied her in our previous life–her becoming a doctor, having a respectable profession, being someone people looked up to.
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Meanwhile, I had merely been a tool for the Bernard family, outwardly glamorous but living a chaotic life without dignity. So when Matthew asked if I wanted to become a doctor after she left, I nodded firmly. I instinctively looked at my hands. Now, there were no tattoos from cigarette burns or knife scars, no uncontrollable trembling. I could finally use my hands to save people. I thought, “Good. This is perfect.”
At the same time, Amelie’s laughter echoed through the hospital corridor. She said, “Mr. Bernard, do you really want me to marry that man, Ryan Lewis? I’m willing, of course I’m willing
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile. In our previous life, Amelie only saw my outward glamour. She had no idea that behind closed doors, my marriage with Ryan was extremely painful, almost a disaster. I wondered, “Why is she so eager to embrace this kind of life?”
