Chapter 3

I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

My body was drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding fiercely.

I stared blankly at the scene before me—the entrance to the Hayes family villa.

Rain poured down, cold and biting against my face.

I was soaked, my phone screen shattered.

A black Bentley pulled up, and the window slowly rolled down.

Julian Knight smiled, extending his hand to me: "Need a ride? I can drop you off at school."

I froze.

That face, this scene, those words.

Exactly the same as five years ago.

No, more accurately, exactly the same as just a moment ago.

Hadn't I just died on the operating table?

Why was I back here?

Julian Knight’s brow furrowed when he saw me unmoving. "Clara? What's wrong?"

I stared at him, countless images flashing through my mind.

His cold eyes, directing doctors to harvest my organs.

His intimate posture, holding Serena.

The moment he pushed me out of the car on that rainy night.

I took a step back, raised my hand, and slapped him without hesitation.

"SMACK!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the rainy night.

Julian Knight froze, clutching his cheek, staring at me in disbelief. "You..."

"Get lost."

My voice was icy. I turned and walked into the rain.

His voice called out behind me: "Clara! Are you crazy?"

I didn’t look back, walking straight into the villa.

My stepmother stood in the living room, a sneer on her face when she saw me. "What, couldn't bear to leave?"

I ignored her, went straight upstairs, and returned to my room.

Locking the door, I leaned against it, trembling.

I had been reborn.

I truly had.

I was back to that rainy night five years ago, where it all began.

I remembered the script of my previous life.

Tonight, I would be kicked out by my stepmother after an argument, and Julian Knight would "just happen to pass by" to offer me a ride.

The car would encounter an "accident" on the outskirts, and I would take the fatal impact meant for Serena, falling into a coma with severe injuries.

I would wake up, having lost that memory, and Julian Knight would approach me as my "savior."

Over five years, he would slowly groom me into a perfect organ donor.

But this time, I had rejected him.

I walked to my desk, opened a drawer, and took out a USB drive.

These were all the pieces of evidence I had gathered against Serena Hayes during my college years.

In my past life, I was too naive, believing she truly was a charitable socialite.

It wasn't until my death that I understood she was glamorous on the surface but secretly controlled an underground organ trafficking network.

The victims of those "car accidents" were all carefully selected matching donors.

I was simply the perfect match found after Serena's kidney failure.

I opened my laptop, inserted the USB drive, and files filled the screen.

A list of victims from seventeen "accidents."

Every person was sent to the Knight family's private hospital after their "accident."

Their organs were removed, and they were then declared beyond saving.

I gripped the mouse, a cold glint in my eyes.

This life, I wouldn't let them succeed.

My phone vibrated. It was a SnapChat message from Julian Knight.

"Clara, I was out of line earlier. Please don't be angry. Can I still drive you back to school?"

I looked at the message, a sarcastic smile playing on my lips.

In my previous life, he used this gentle facade to deceive me for five years.

This life, I wouldn't fall for it again.

I replied: "No thanks. We're not close."

After sending it, I pulled out the USB drive and hid it in my safe.

Tomorrow, I had somewhere to go.