My daughter knelt before me, begging after a hit-and-run accident. “Mom, I just got accepted to Harvard. I have a bright future ahead of me. If I go to jail, my life will be over. Please, save me…” I agreed. During my two years in prison, neither my husband nor daughter visited me once. After being released, I discovered it had all been a scheme by my husband and daughter. They had already transferred all my assets. The daughter who had once cried and begged me to take the blame now cursed me as an ex-con, ugly and old. She kicked me in the chest. I died from cardiac arrest. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we received the college acceptance letter. “Mom, Dad, I got accepted to Harvard!” My adopted daughter Keira exclaimed excitedly. “That’s my girl! Harvard is one of the top universities in the country. You’ve really made your parents proud. Honey, didn’t you just get a $500,000 year-end bonus? Let’s use all of it to buy our daughter a BMW,” my husband Jack said. This conversation felt so familiar. I suddenly realized I had been reborn. “Dad, I’m still young. Buying a car would be too flashy. Besides, Mom worked hard for that money. I don’t want to spend it,” Keira said sweetly. In my previous life, I always thought she was a considerate, filial, and kind girl. It wasn’t until I went to prison that I realized she was a vicious white lotus flower. “But sweetheart, Daddy promised to reward you with a BMW if you got into Harvard, remember?” Jack looked at me as he spoke. He was a stay-at-home dad, and all our household expenses came from my money. In my previous life, I felt guilty for not giving him a child. “Why are you looking at me? You promised her, not me,” I said coldly. Father and daughter were stunned, their eyes wide with shock. In my previous life, they always acted in concert – one playing the sweet daughter, the other the good father – constantly extracting money from me. And in my previous life, I always thought my adopted daughter was sensible and my husband was generous, treating our adopted daughter like his own. Seeing them act again now made me feel indescribably disgusted. “Have you lost your mind today? Our daughter got into Harvard. That’s great news! You won’t even buy her a car? Are you even fit to be a mother? Or is it that you’ve never truly seen Keira as your own daughter?” Jack shouted at me. “Dad, don’t say that. $500,000 isn’t a small amount. Mom’s company needs working capital too. It’s fine if we don’t buy a car,” Keira continued to act “sensible.” “Well, how about a $300,000 car then? Surely that’s not too much to ask?” Jack yelled at me. “Have you been out of touch with reality for too long? Since when is a $300,000 car considered cheap? Why don’t you buy it for Keira yourself if you’re so capable?” I said mockingly. Jack was dumbfounded that I would say such things. Keira also had a “how could this be happening” expression. In my previous life, this routine worked on me every time. I always fell for it and thought they were good people. “Mom, Dad, I don’t want a car anymore. Please don’t fight because of me. It’s all my fault,” Keira said pitifully, tears welling up on command. In my previous life, I would have hugged her and fulfilled all her desires. But in this life, I knew she was a vicious demon. Seeing her cry made my teeth grind with hatred. Slap! I gave her a hard slap across the face. Father and daughter stood there in shock. Keira looked at me with fear and confusion in her eyes. “Oh, there was a mosquito on your face. I was too hasty and hit too hard,” I said, pretending to be loving as I reached out to caress her red cheek.
The next day at the company, I immediately changed all my bank card PINs and mobile payment passwords. I also began planning to transfer my assets. In this life, I couldn’t let Jack get his hands on my money again. Afterwards, I asked the school for Keira’s candidate number and checked her SAT scores. I was shocked – she only scored 1050. Even with an extra 400 points, she wouldn’t get into Harvard. In my previous life, Keira had shown me several mock test score reports, all above 1450. At the time I believed them completely, but now I realized those mock test scores must have been fake. In the afternoon, I went to a private detective agency and asked them to thoroughly investigate Jack and Keira. I suspected they were actually father and daughter. Twelve years ago, Jack took me to an orphanage. Among dozens of children, he chose Keira. When Keira first met Jack, she showed a natural affinity for him. At the time, I just thought they had a connection, that it was fate. I liked her too. But thinking about it now, the fact that they could work together to deceive me – there could be no other explanation besides a father-daughter relationship. If that was true, it was truly terrifying to think about. They had been playing this long game for twelve years, slowly emptying my assets bit by bit. A week later. At the company, I received a text message from my credit card – the supplementary card had been used to spend $300,000. I had overlooked canceling the supplementary card. To make it convenient for Jack to buy groceries and cover household expenses, I had given him a supplementary card. Without even thinking, I knew the $300,000 must have been for the car. I quickly called the bank and canceled the supplementary card.
In the evening, as I approached our building, I saw a new BMW X2 without license plates in the parking lot. As soon as I entered the house, Keira sweetly brought me slippers. “Welcome home, Mom. You must be tired from work.” Seeing her fake smile, I wanted to slap her, but I couldn’t reveal my hand before the investigation was complete. “Hmm, your dad bought you a car?” I asked casually. “Mom, I kept refusing, but Dad wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t do anything about it,” she said, putting on an innocent and helpless expression. “I’ve canceled your supplementary card. From now on, I’ll give you $10,000 a month for household expenses. If you need to buy anything big, let me know and I’ll handle it,” I said. “What do you mean? Our daughter got into Harvard. Doesn’t she deserve a reward?” Jack angrily demanded. I almost exposed them. With her grades, she’d never get into Harvard in a million years. Fortunately, I held back. “I’m thinking of our daughter too. She’s still young and just got her license. What if there’s a car accident? How could we bear to bury our child?” I said seriously, cursing them. Jack jumped up, slamming the table. “How dare you curse our daughter?” At that moment, I was certain Keira was Jack’s biological daughter. “I’m just worried about her safety. I care about her too,” I said. “Hmph, you’re just stingy,” Jack shouted. “Mom, are you upset that Dad spent your money to buy me a car?” Keira immediately got into character, asking me with tears in her eyes. I stroked her head and said gently, “How could Mom begrudge spending money on you? I’m just worried about your driving skills. What if you had an accident? If something happened to you, how could Mom go on living?” You can act, but so can I! “Mom, I got into Harvard! One of the top universities in the country. If it were someone else’s mother, they’d throw a celebration party and buy expensive gifts. But you haven’t done anything. Don’t you love me anymore?” As she spoke, the tears started flowing. Her acting was truly superb! I continued stroking her head and said, “A party would be too extravagant and wasteful. Besides, we should stay low-key. Being too high-profile will make people jealous. As for gifts, isn’t that BMW a gift?” “Mom, you don’t love me anymore. You know, I didn’t want the car to show off or for my own convenience. I had a dream – Mom, you’ve sacrificed so much for me over the years. I wanted to drive you on a road trip across the country.” “I’m touched that you have such a filial heart, but don’t you think something’s odd?” I asked. “What’s odd?” she asked, puzzled. “You should earn money yourself to buy a car, then take me on a road trip. It’s like saying you’ll treat me to dinner, but I end up paying. Isn’t that strange?” I said seriously. She was stunned, wanting to argue but unable to. “Rachel Johnson, are you even a mother? How can you discourage our daughter’s filial piety?” As Jack spoke, he winked at Keira. “Mom, you’re too much. You don’t love me anymore…” With that, she ran out. “Keira…” Jack chased after her. I suddenly remembered the notice at the entrance to the community: Last night the security cameras were damaged. Property management has contacted repair personnel. Residents are advised to secure their belongings and lock doors and windows. Were they setting me up? I was alone now, and with the security cameras broken, there would be no witnesses if they framed me. Thinking of this, I immediately called Chris, my assistant. Chris lived only a mile from my house. Then I called five other employees, saying there was an urgent meeting and asking them to come to my house as quickly as possible. I said I would reimburse their travel expenses. At 9 PM, I heard the door open and came out of the study. “Have you been home the whole time?” Jack asked. “Yes,” I replied. “I don’t believe you. Didn’t you go out looking for Keira?” “She’s not a child anymore. She can take care of herself.” “Are you even Keira’s mother? How can you say such heartless things?” “We can’t protect her forever. She has to walk her own path in life,” I said calmly. After arguing with him for about 15 minutes, Keira returned in a panic. As soon as she entered, she knelt before me: “Mom, I hit someone and ran away. Can you take the blame for me? Please save me. I don’t want to go to jail. I just got accepted to Harvard. My life is just beginning…” Hearing these familiar words, I was filled with rage. I wanted to strangle her right then and there. In my previous life, I was truly foolish to take the blame for her. “Keira, don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid,” I said, pretending to comfort her as I hugged her. “Mom, will you help me?” she asked pitifully. “Of course I’ll help you. You’re my precious daughter.” “Mom, I knew you wouldn’t abandon me. You still love me. I swear, after you get out of prison, I’ll be extra filial to you.” “What do you mean, get out of prison?” I pushed her away, pretending to be surprised. “Mom, didn’t you say you’d help me? Aren’t you going to take the blame for me?” she asked, confused. “When I said I’d help you, I meant I’d hire a good lawyer for you to seek leniency,” I said. Keira was dumbfounded. “Rachel Johnson, if you hadn’t upset our daughter, she wouldn’t have run out. If she hadn’t run out, this wouldn’t have happened. You should take responsibility and take the blame for our daughter,” Jack argued forcefully. “Why don’t you take the blame for our daughter? Keira, listen to Mom. Your dad is just a stay-at-home dad. It wouldn’t be a big deal for him to go to jail for a few years. But Mom is different. Mom runs a company. We need Mom to earn money. If Mom goes to jail, who will pay for your college?” I said. Jack was speechless, his face turning red as a beet. “Mom, Dad can’t take the blame for me. After I hit that woman, I got out of the car to check on her. The woman suddenly grabbed my ankle. I screamed. The woman who was hit didn’t see me, but she must have heard my voice,” Keira explained. I sighed and put my hands on Keira’s shoulders. “Keira, don’t try to run away when you encounter problems. You need to bravely take responsibility. Go turn yourself in. You’re still young – spending a few years in jail isn’t a big deal. Besides, you still have Mom. When you get out of jail, you can come work at Mom’s company.” Keira’s mouth formed an O shape, unable to believe that the adoptive mother who once loved her like her own had changed so much.
“Rachel Johnson, have you gone mad? Telling our daughter to turn herself in? If you don’t take the blame for her, I’ll report you. I’ll say you were the one who hit and ran,” Jack shouted. “Dad, don’t hurt Mom. Besides, Mom would have been recorded by security cameras when she came home from work and entered the community,” Keira said. “The cameras broke down last night.” “What?” Keira put on a very surprised expression. “Rachel, aren’t parents supposed to sacrifice everything for their children? What’s wrong with sacrificing a bit? Can you really bear to see Keira go to jail?” Jack held my hand, trying to persuade me emotionally. “Oh no…” Keira suddenly cried out, looking at me with fear and guilt. “Mom… I think I dropped your key card at the accident scene. If the woman who was hit finds it, she’ll definitely think you were the one who hit her.” “It’s fate. It’s all fate. Rachel, given the circumstances, you should take the blame for our daughter,” Jack said. I smiled and said, “What if I refuse?” “Then don’t blame me. For our daughter’s sake, I’ll have to frame you,” Jack said with a smug expression. “Feel free to frame me however you like,” I said, turning to go to the study. “Rachel Johnson, you think I won’t dare?” He chased after me. I opened the study door. Inside sat six of my employees. Jack stopped in his tracks, shocked into stillness. Keira followed closely behind, also freezing in place. They never dreamed there would be my employees in the study. “Did you all hear that?” I asked my employees. “Ms. Johnson, we heard the entire conversation clearly. I even recorded it,” Chris said, waving his phone. Jack and Keira broke out in a cold sweat, terrified. “Keira, you’re an adult now. Adults should face the consequences of their mistakes. Will you turn yourself in, or should I call the police?” I asked sternly. “Mom… Mom… don’t call the police,” she said in panic, grabbing my hand and begging. “Why don’t we try to settle with the woman who was hit? We can pay her off.” “Alright,” I said with a smile. I wanted to see what other tricks they had up their sleeves.
Early the next morning, I went to a DNA testing center and got the paternity test results for Jack and Keira. As expected, Jack was Keira’s biological father. As I left the testing center, I received a call from the detective. At the agreed-upon cafe, the detective showed me the investigation report. Jack had an affair in our second year of marriage with a woman named Sharon Wilson who worked at a massage parlor. The following year she gave birth to a daughter who was never registered. After raising the child for 5 years, she suddenly sent her to an orphanage. That daughter was Keira. Over the years, Jack had transferred over $3 million to Sharon Wilson. This money had all been obtained by the father-daughter pair weaving various lies to trick me. For example, they claimed it was for elite tutoring classes, buying study notes, purchasing various learning materials, charitable donations, gifts for teachers, and so on. Sharon Wilson used this money to buy two houses and a car in her hometown. Recently, Sharon Wilson had fallen down the stairs in her hometown and broken her leg, landing her in the hospital. Then she came to the city where I lived. The three of them plotted the hit-and-run to frame me, then steal all my assets. In my previous life, they succeeded! “Sharon Wilson came here three days ago and is staying at a hotel. My colleague obtained a used paper cup of hers, then did a DNA test with the hair sample of Keira you gave me. It confirms Sharon Wilson is Keira’s biological mother. Here’s the DNA test report,” the detective said. “Additionally, we have collected the recording of them plotting the hit-and-run to frame you, video of them scouting locations, and evidence of all the money they’ve swindled from you over the years. With a direct lawsuit, we can ensure Jack loses everything in the divorce and force Sharon Wilson to return all ill-gotten gains.” “Thank you,” I said. The next morning, while I was at work, I received a call from Keira saying they had found the woman who was hit. She was in the hospital. I said I’d meet them at the hospital entrance at 2 PM. At 2 PM, I went with them to a private room in the inpatient department. Sharon Wilson’s left leg was wrapped in bandages and elevated. When she saw me, she wailed, “It hurts so much! My leg is broken. How will I live from now on?” “Your voice sounds pretty strong. You don’t look too bad,” I said mockingly. “Are you blind? Can’t you see my leg is broken?” she snapped. “It’s not like they amputated it. A broken leg will heal,” I said with a smile as I sat down. “Ms. Wilson, we’re so sorry. It’s our fault as parents for not raising our daughter well. We’ve caused you to become disabled,” Jack began his act, dramatically emphasizing the word “disabled.” “Auntie Sharon, it’s all my fault. Please tell me what you want. As long as you don’t call the police, we’ll do anything,” Keira pleaded tearfully. “My demands aren’t high. Give me $1 million and we’ll call it even,” Sharon Wilson said, opening her mouth wide. Jack and Keira both looked at me. “Fine!” I agreed readily. The three of them lit up, barely able to hide their joy. I called the company finance department and transferred $1 million to Sharon Wilson’s account. Soon Sharon Wilson’s phone received a bank deposit notification. “Well, you know what’s good for you. This matter ends here,” Sharon Wilson said smugly, looking at the $1 million deposit. “No, this matter isn’t over yet,” I said with a sly smile. The three of them were stunned. The money had been paid – how was it not over?
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