The day I was critically injured in a car crash and begged the system to change my assigned targets, they barged into the operating room, ignoring all warnings, to force me to donate my heart. Just because the son of our long-time family assistant was suffering from a critical illness, his wife demanded they drain every drop of blood from my body. “Julian! If you stop this surgery now, I’ll die! Please! Don’t!” Hearing my desperate plea, the woman who once claimed to adore me, the one who had orchestrated the downfall of my entire family because of my abused childhood, her eyes blazed red. Yet, she still brutally cut open my chest and ripped out my heart. My heart had turned to ash as I lay on the operating table, waiting to die. When the system was about to erase me, my three former assigned targets, with bloodshot eyes, cradled my bloodied body and buried my remains. Their affection levels, which had been at zero, suddenly skyrocketed to a hundred. After avenging me, they ended their own lives, following me into death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I changed my targets. This time, I wouldn’t give them up. But in the first year after my rebirth, the three targets who had once loved me fiercely suddenly changed. They forced me to donate a kidney, then my heart, turning me into Liam’s personal blood bank. With red-rimmed eyes, I asked them why they no longer cared about me. All three women scoffed in unison, “Julian, not everyone has to revolve around you forever.”
“System, I’m abandoning the mission.” “If the host chooses to abandon the mission, you will be erased by the system. Do you confirm?” A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I listened to the system’s cold, mechanical voice. “I confirm.” Just as I came to my senses, the hospital room door burst open with a kick. Eleanor walked in, leaning on Liam, her voice like shards of ice. “Liam is still sick, and you’re making him cook you porridge! You really think you’re something, don’t you?!” I couldn’t even bothered to lift an eyelid, scoffing, “Liam is someone my family pays to work for us. If he doesn’t cook, do you expect me to trouble your highness, Miss Eleanor, to do it herself?” Then, I looked at Vivian and Chloe, who stood a little further from my bed. “Or… do you two sisters want to step in?” My subtly mocking words instantly made their faces fall. Vivian got angry, pointing at me as she harshly rebuked, “Julian! All we’re asking for is one of your kidneys!” “You won’t die without one kidney, and this one is to save Liam’s life!” I was so furious, I laughed. To get a kidney for Liam, they had knocked me out and dragged me to the hospital. If I hadn’t woken up on the operating table in time, my kidney would probably be inside Liam right now. I scanned the three of them, a slow smile forming on my lips as I articulated each word. “Please get this straight, all three of you. First, you are my arranged marriage partners, not Liam’s.” “Second, I am the primary heir of the Hayes family. Liam is just a staff member. How dare he take my kidney? Are you out of your minds?” Liam carefully brought a thermos to my bedside, his eyes red as he said, “Master, I know my place. How would I ever dare to take yours…” I impatiently waved him off. “Get that away from me. I wouldn’t dare drink anything from you!” The next second, Liam unexpectedly stumbled and fell to the floor, the scalding hot porridge spilling all over him. He shrieked sharply, “It’s burning! Ah!” Eleanor reacted first, rushing over to embrace Liam with a heartbroken expression. Vivian and Chloe also anxiously crowded around him. Watching this scene, I froze. I hadn’t even touched Liam. How could he have fallen? But in that brief moment of stunned confusion, Eleanor immediately rose. She furiously grabbed my neck, her voice razor-sharp, “Julian! Why did you hurt Liam?!” I choked, struggling to pry Eleanor’s fingers off. “Let… go. I didn’t touch him! He himself…” Just as the words left my mouth, Liam surprisingly knelt in front of the spilled porridge, his hands trembling as he scooped it up and fed it to himself. “Master, I just cooked this porridge this morning. I truly didn’t do anything to it…” “Please, don’t kick me out, okay? This is the only job I have to support myself!” Liam’s actions completely ignited Eleanor’s rage. Her eyes practically wanted to gouge me out. “Julian! Today, you’re drinking this porridge whether you like it or not! Otherwise…” “I will break off the engagement with the Hayes family!” Vivian and Chloe echoed her with harsh voices, “If Eleanor doesn’t want you, then we won’t marry you either!” A searing pain suddenly shot through my chest. I swallowed back the tears threatening to spill, gritting my teeth as I said, “Do you really think you three are the only ones I can marry?” Before I could finish, my arms were pinned down by Vivian and Chloe, one on each side. Eleanor went back, scooped the porridge from under Liam into a bowl, and once again seized my jaw. My body instinctively recoiled from the bowl of porridge. My pupils constricted, and I yelled, “Eleanor! Stop! Don’t you know I’m allergic to yams?!” Eleanor’s hand visibly paused, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. But Vivian and Chloe didn’t believe me, scoffing with disdain. “Stop lying! We’ve never heard of you being allergic to yams!” An expression of disbelief slowly spread across my face. How was that possible? In the first year after my rebirth, I had clearly told them all three about my yam allergy. They were so worried the staff might make a mistake that they had even written it down themselves on a sticky note on the fridge. How could they not know? Unless…
Unless they had all been reborn too? But why would their attitude towards me be so different from my previous life? Liam was still whimpering softly, as if he had suffered the greatest injustice. Eleanor’s hand suddenly moved. She forcefully shoved the bowl of porridge down my throat. “So what if you’re allergic? It’s not like it’ll kill you!” Hearing Eleanor mention the word ‘death,’ I could no longer suppress my emotions. My eyes red, I roared at her, “Eleanor! I’m really dying!” The moment the words left my mouth, the muscles in my throat convulsed and swelled. A suffocating sensation washed over me. Even as I desperately gasped for air, I still couldn’t breathe. Seeing me in such distress, Vivian and Chloe instinctively let go of my arms. Eleanor frowned, her hand by her side clenching into a fist, knuckles white from the pressure. I struggled to force out a few words, my survival instinct making me grab Eleanor’s wrist. “Call… call the doctor. Quick.” At the same time, all three of them reached to press the call button by the bed. In that moment, I actually saw a strong flicker of… concern in their eyes? Liam pulled on Vivian’s sleeve, whimpering, “Is Master still mad at me, so he’s pretending to be allergic? Does he want to kick me out, that’s why he’s doing this?” They instantly believed Liam, and that flicker of concern felt like a mere hallucination. Eleanor looked at me with disgust. “Julian! You truly are as cunning as ever!” My lungs felt swollen with anger, making it almost impossible to speak. My face, my neck, even every patch of skin on my body broke out in red rashes. Eleanor seemed to realize I wasn’t faking it. Just as she was about to check on me again, the hospital room door was kicked open. Several doctors rushed in, their voices anxious. “Miss Anya sent us. How’s the patient?” Eleanor’s demeanor grew even colder at those words. I was rushed to emergency. When I came out, the doctor spoke to Eleanor. “The patient is experiencing an allergic reaction, and… and his body’s various functions are deteriorating, but we can’t find the specific cause.” “Our recommendation is to seek treatment abroad. There might still be a glimmer of hope.” But the three of them seemed indifferent. After the doctor left, Eleanor scoffed at me, “Julian, you already arranged for someone to conspire with the doctors, didn’t you? Next, are you going to use death to beg us to marry you?” I instinctively wanted to deny it. But suddenly, Liam knelt before me, banging his head on the floor repeatedly. “Master, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were allergic to yams!” In no time, Liam’s forehead was already bruised and bleeding. I looked at Liam coldly. “You didn’t know? All my preferences are posted on the fridge! You’re a Hayes family employee, how could you not know?!” “A severe allergy can kill someone, do you even know that?!” Eleanor tenderly helped Liam off the floor, a vein pulsed angrily on her forehead. “Enough! Julian, you’ve had more than enough since birth. Do you really need to constantly remind us of the difference between you and Liam?!” As if I’d heard something hilarious, a few low laughs escaped my throat. “Eleanor! He’s *my* family’s employee. Since when do *I* need *your* permission to discipline my own staff?!” Vivian and Chloe trembled with rage. “You’re *you*, and your father’s *him*! Liam just didn’t know your preferences. Can’t you be a little more lenient with him?!” “It seems we’ve clearly spoiled you rotten!” Liam, who was on the floor, scrambled up and cried out, “Master! I’ll just pay you back with my life!” He shouted as he lunged towards the fruit knife on my bedside table, gripping the handle tightly and pressing it against his arm. Eleanor’s face changed first. All three women’s gazes were fixed on Liam. Eleanor was quick, snatching the knife from Liam’s hand. I couldn’t help but sneer. “If you really wanted to pay me back with my life, you should be aiming for your neck!” A heavy slap landed across my face, the force so great that half my face went numb. After a jolt of sharp pain, blood slowly seeped from the corner of my mouth, and my ears rang incessantly. Eleanor glared, her voice cold. “Shut up! Are you trying to drive Liam to suicide?!” Even Chloe, usually the most mild-tempered, had her chest heaving violently. “Julian! Eleanor has already agreed to the engagement with you, why do you keep targeting Liam?!” The system in my mind blared a warning. A metallic taste filled my throat, and a mouthful of blood forcefully erupted from my mouth. In the last moment before losing consciousness, I heard three panicked voices. “Julian!”
When I regained consciousness, I found myself not in the hospital. But in… Anya’s house, where she and I lived in my previous life? I immediately struggled to get up and leave. Anya saw I was awake, her face filled with relief. She quickly pulled me back, her voice earnest. “Julian, please don’t go back, okay? I won’t hurt you like I did in our previous life. Can you please stay?” Seeing my photos covering the bedroom walls, a chill ran down my spine. “Anya, I refuse.” After my rebirth, I hadn’t changed my assigned targets, so I should have had no more dealings with Anya. But she showed up at my door in the second year of my rebirth, offering the Hayes Group as a betrothal gift to marry me. At that moment, I knew Anya, like me, had also been reborn. Anya desperately grabbed my arm. “I know you don’t trust me now, and you’ve refused me many times, but it’s okay, I’ll slowly prove myself to you!” Mid-struggle, her bedroom door suddenly crashed open. Eleanor was stunned when she saw me. “Julian, why are you here?” Before I could even process how they found Anya’s house, Vivian angrily yelled at Anya, “Anya! Where did you take Liam?!” My blood froze instantly. How did *they* know Anya? That absurd thought, like a lightning bolt, struck my mind again. Had they all been reborn too? Just as I wanted to press for answers, Liam burst into the bedroom, covered in blood. “Eleanor! Master tried to kill me! He wants me to pay him back with my life!” I watched Liam’s hysterical cries, utterly at a loss for words. “I have no idea why he’s here. I…” Eleanor didn’t listen to my explanation. Her eyes blazed with furious anger. Anya tried to protect me but was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by Vivian and Chloe. Eleanor dragged me home like a sack of potatoes, going straight to the top floor of the villa. My body scraped against the ground the entire way, the pain making me almost pass out. Eleanor’s voice was devoid of warmth. “Julian! You will pay the price for what you’ve done!” She personally tied the rope around my wrists. I cried out, “No! Eleanor! Don’t do this to me!” “Let go!” With that command, my back, pressed against the cold marble exterior wall, dropped sharply. The rope rubbed my wrists raw and bloody. A biting wind whipped past my ears. The extreme fear made it impossible to keep my balance, and my body swayed even more violently. Eleanor put her arm around Liam, looking down at me from above. “Do you know you’re wrong now?” Vivian and Chloe’s cold gazes were like they were looking at a complete stranger. I screamed, tears pouring uncontrollably. Humiliated, I bit down on my lower lip. Crimson blood seeped from my bitten mouth, and my heart throbbed with a dull ache. Why, why were Eleanor and the others doing this to me? Even if they no longer loved me, no longer cared about me, they shouldn’t be so cruel! After what felt like an eternity, Eleanor finally untied me and dropped me to the ground. I crawled back to my room, curled up on the floor, and cried silently. After a long silence, I finally made up my mind. I dialed Alexandra, the wild card heiress from the city’s most powerful circles. “Marry me. The Hayes Group will be yours. And, I want to see the Hayes and Green families completely ruined!” Just as I hung up, Eleanor kicked open my door, raging. “What did Liam ever do to you? Why do you want to kick him out?” Vivian and Chloe chimed in from the side. “Do you have any idea how much effort Liam put into this job?!” “You already have so much, why can’t you stand to see Liam doing well?!” Their condemning tone was like a harsh slap across my face. The system’s warning of rapidly dropping life points echoed in my brain, and I violently coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The warm blood splattered on Eleanor, Vivian, and Chloe’s faces. All three of them instantly blanched. Enduring the searing pain in my chest, I suddenly wanted to know the question that had always puzzled me. “Did you three also get reborn? But why, after being reborn, do you no longer care about me?” Their pupils constricted slightly, and their breathing grew heavy. Eleanor, in particular, avoided my gaze, her voice hoarse. “What rebirth? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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