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. 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!” 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.” 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.”
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. 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?”
To become a doctor, I first needed to get into medical school. So after completing the adoption paperwork, Matthew sent me back to school to continue my studies. What I didn’t expect was that Amelie would return to the same school. The first thing she said to me after returning was: “Scarlett, tell me, what type of girls does Ryan like?” She also said: “Although we’ve had some unpleasant incidents in the past, I am still your sister after all. You should want me to be happy, right?” She made it sound like we’d just had some minor disagreements. But in reality, she had personally poisoned me. I couldn’t be bothered with her and had nothing to tell her anyway. Ryan didn’t like me, so I had no idea what kind of girls he preferred. But to force me to talk, Amelie began targeting me at school in various ways. Not only did she gather allies to spread rumors about me, but she also wrote insulting words on my desk and chair, like “schemer” and “ungrateful.” Later, she even mocked me in front of classmates and gave me nicknames. I didn’t respond to any of it, which I found amusing. Her tactics were so childish, like something an elementary school student would do. They posed no threat to me whatsoever. I wasn’t a child anymore; I had more important things to do. Like studying. After being reborn, it had been over ten years since I last attended school, and suddenly having to prepare for college entrance exams was extremely difficult for me. I wished I had twenty-four hours a day just to study. When Amelie saw I wasn’t responding, she started using softer methods to disturb me. She came to talk to me every day with different approaches: “Scarlett, you’re not really planning to become a doctor, are you? That profession has no future and doesn’t make much money.” She continued: “Look at me. Since joining the Bernard family, I get new luxury items every day. After I marry Ryan, my life will be even more wealthy. Now tell me…” Before she could finish, I interrupted her: “Mmhmm, I wish you both happiness. May you never part.” I clutched my test papers, not even looking up. Her words and actions were like punching a pillow—they had no effect on me whatsoever. This only made her more jealous and suspicious of me. She began to mock me: “All you do is study, you’re so rigid. What’s the use of studying anyway?” She questioned me further: “Oh, are you trying to use your education to get close to Ryan again, to reclaim everything you once had? Let me tell you, that’s impossible. The Bernard family isn’t…” I calmly replied: “No, I won’t fight for any of that anymore. It’s all yours, just don’t disturb my studies.” She became so angry that she tore up my test papers on the spot and shouted: “Why can you live so calmly? What are you pretending to be? Scarlett, you’re always like this. Do you really think you can have a better life than me this time?” Looking at the shredded paper on the floor, I sighed helplessly: “Amelie, who’s comparing themselves to whom? You live your life, and I’ll live mine. Do you think everyone is like you, only wanting to rely on men for their livelihood?” I added: “Besides, if you really want to depend on Ryan, you should spend more time getting to know him instead of bothering me. You don’t study, you don’t pursue him, why do you spend every day pestering me? Are you trying to build a relationship with me?” She was left speechless, then angrily slammed the table and stormed out of the classroom. I thought she wouldn’t come looking for me again after that. But the next day, she appeared before me again: “Scarlett, are you really not going to help me? We’re sisters. If Mom and Dad were still here, they would be very disappointed to see you like this.” When she suddenly mentioned my parents, my heart sank. Although many years had passed, my deceased parents remained the softest, most sensitive part of my heart. So I took a deep breath and told her: “Amelie, I really don’t know what type of women Ryan likes. Honestly, I even doubt he likes women at all.” I spoke very sincerely, and this was the truth. But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears, emotionally shouting: “Scarlett, so you still blame me for killing Mom and Dad, don’t you?” I was completely bewildered. I only noticed that the entire class was staring at me. When I turned to look at her, I caught a glimpse of a satisfied smile forming at the corner of her mouth.
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