When the wheat was not yet ripe, I dreamed of my grandmother Abigail Garcia telling me, “This fall, there will be a locust plague. Sell the family fields and switch to fish farming. That way, you can secure your income.” I convinced my parents, Roman Garcia and Layla Garcia, to harvest the wheat early and sell it, then flood the fields to raise fish. But later, we faced a severe drought. All the fish were dried to death. Our family ended up in heavy debt. Just when we didn’t know what to do, Abigail appeared in my dream again and told me, “Under the apple tree behind the old house, gold bars are buried. Exchange the gold bars for money to pay off the debt, and there will still be plenty left.” I immediately told Roman the news. However, what he dug up wasn’t gold bars but a whole box of white powdered drugs. The police stationed there arrested him as a drug dealer. Due to the large quantity of drugs, he might face execution. Layla couldn’t handle the shock and immediately fainted. Abigail appeared in my dream again and said, “The doctor Everett Taylor at Central Hospital can cure her. If you don’t find Everett soon, your mom will be in danger.” I was determined to save Layla, so I threatened Everett with my life. He finally agreed to perform surgery on Layla. What I didn’t know was that my boyfriend Anthony Jones had also been in a car accident and urgently needed Everett’s treatment as well. Because I took Everett away, Anthony didn’t receive timely treatment and passed away. At the same time, Layla also died on the operating table due to delayed rescue. Before she died, she cried and asked me, “Why did you harm me and your dad?” Anthony’s parents believed I was responsible for their son’s death. To vent their anger, they stabbed me eighteen times. I was rushed to the emergency room. In my coma, I saw Abigail again. But she grinned menacingly and stabbed a knife into my heart. In reality, I also died from a ruptured heart. Until my death, I couldn’t understand why following what Abigail said in the dream led to my entire family’s demise. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day Abigail told me to sell the land. ***** Abigail said to me in the dream, “Eloise, remember. There will be a locust plague this fall. Planting this wheat will be a waste. It’s better to cut the seedlings, sell them, and use the money to lease a fish pond. That way, you can make money.” Eloise Garcia is my name. I suddenly woke up. This familiar dream made me realize I was truly reborn. But this time, I don’t plan to tell Roman and Layla anything; instead, I’ll just turn over and go back to sleep. In my previous life, Abigail also told me in a dream about the locust plague and asked me to tell Roman to quickly harvest the wheat, sell it, and raise fish. Abigail loved me the most when she was alive, so I trusted her words completely and immediately told Roman about the locust plague. Since Roman injured his hand while working, the only source of income for my family has been those fields. Not only do we rely on it for our family’s food and drink, but also to pay for my schooling. So, we can’t afford any risks. I was originally worried that the message from the dream was too unreal and wondered how I could convince Roman to believe it. However, Roman chose to believe me unconditionally. He harvested the wheat and leased a fish pond to raise fish. Facing the villagers’ ridicule, he straightened his back proudly and said, “Eloise is a college student, she knows more than I do. How can I, as her father, not trust her?” However, reality dealt us a heavy blow. By autumn, let alone a locust plague, not even a single locust appeared. Instead, we faced a once-in-a-century drought. Roman desperately released water to prevent the fish pond from drying up. But due to the continuous heat, the young fish that hadn’t grown yet were eventually scalded to death. Soon after, Roman fell ill. My family lost all our money. Layla was so worried that she couldn’t sleep all night. But when she saw me, she forced a smile and comforted me, telling me not to blame myself. I deeply regretted it. But then, I received guidance from Abigail in a dream. She said, “Eloise, go to the apple tree on the back hill. Your grandfather buried gold bricks there for emergencies. Now is the time to dig them up.” I excitedly shared this news with Roman and Layla. Roman went straight to the back hill and indeed dug up a box. However, when he opened it, he found it wasn’t the gold bricks Abigail mentioned, but a box full of white powder drugs. Roman hadn’t figured out what was happening when the police, waiting there, mistook him for someone meeting with drug dealers and arrested him on the spot. Due to the severity of the situation, we weren’t even allowed to visit him. The investigating police revealed that due to the large amount of hidden drugs, Roman might face the death penalty. Devastated by the blow, Layla fainted on the spot. The diagnosis was acute heart failure. I passed out crying by Layla’s bedside. In my dream, I saw Abigail again saying, “Only Everett at Central Hospital can save your mom. Hurry up. If you’re any later, she won’t wake up.” I rushed to Central Hospital, begged Everett, and finally convinced him to go back and operate on Layla. What I didn’t know was that Anthony had been in a car accident. His heart was pierced by debris, urgently needing Everett to perform a stitching operation. Because I intercepted Everett midway, Anthony missed the best time for rescue and passed away. I was still in shock from indirectly causing Anthony’s death when Everett regretfully announced that Layla had also died due to a failed rescue. I rushed into the ward in a panic, only to catch one last glimpse of Layla. The one who always adored me looked at me with disappointment and confusion for the first time. Layla asked me, “Why did you harm me and your dad?” I walked out of the funeral home in a daze, holding Layla’s urn, only to be found by Anthony’s parents. They believed I was responsible for Anthony’s death. To vent their anger, they stabbed me eighteen times. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. On the brink of death, I saw Abigail again. I wanted to question her why she harmed me and my family. But before I could speak, she raised a knife and stabbed it into my chest. My heart shattered, and I died tragically in the ambulance. Living this life again, I will never trust Abigail’s misleading guidance in my dreams.
I comforted myself, thinking the drought wouldn’t affect the wheat much. Even if we ignored it, Roman would surely harvest this season’s crops by autumn. But I still felt uneasy. The next morning, I used my long-saved living expenses to buy pesticide and carefully cleared the pests from our fields. When Roman saw this, he couldn’t help but laugh, saying I was more like a farmer than him. I didn’t dare relax, keeping a close watch on the fields every day. Until harvest season arrived, the wheat grew tall and strong. The grain merchants who came to buy carefully inspected it and offered the highest price. They said, “This batch of wheat is top quality. We’ll pay a high price for it. You must save it for us.” Roman’s face was full of smiles. “Great. This year I can buy new clothes for my daughter and wife.” After agreeing to harvest tomorrow, I could finally relax. I guessed right. What Abigail said in her dream was wrong. As long as I don’t believe her, it’s fine. That night, Layla made a turkey usually reserved for Christmas to celebrate. Then, we went to bed early to prepare for harvesting wheat tomorrow. But at dawn, I heard an unbelievable wail. “How could this happen? Where did the locusts come from?” I instantly became alert, a sense of foreboding bursting in my heart. I rushed out without even putting on slippers. The scene before me left me wide-eyed in shock. Locusts swirled like a black tornado over my wheat field. The wheat, which had been perfectly ready for harvest during the day, was now being devoured into a mess by the locusts. Roman frantically waved his hands to drive away the locusts, but it was useless. He even accidentally fell to the ground, helplessly watching as the locusts devoured almost all our wheat. That man, who was so tall in my heart, never got up again. I leaned in and only heard him mutter, “It’s over. All over. Eloise’s tuition, money for Layla’s medicine, the family’s living expenses, all gone.” Roman’s words made me feel deeply upset. I wondered, “Why? I clearly didn’t follow Grandma’s words, and there was no locust plague in the previous life. Why is it happening this time?” Before I could figure it out, Roman went out. When he came back, his waist was deeply bent. I knew he had gone to borrow money from relatives. For someone as proud as Roman, this was such a humiliating thing. Just thinking about it made me feel really upset. However, that night, Abigail appeared in my dream again. She seemed to know about the difficulties at home now. She sighed and said, “Eloise, go to the apple tree at the back hill. Your grandfather buried gold bars there for emergencies. Gold prices are high now. Sell them, and you can solve the immediate difficulties.” But in my previous life, I believed Abigail’s words and happily shared this news with Roman. But what was hidden there wasn’t gold bars at all, it was drugs. Roman was also mistaken by the police as a drug dealer and was arrested. This time, I will never let such a thing happen again. So the first thing I did after waking up was report this to the police. I said, “It seems like something is buried under the apple tree in our back mountain, possibly evidence left by criminals.” They stayed silent for a long time, then told me they would investigate. I knew this disrupted their plans, but to keep Roman out of it, I had no other choice. That afternoon, the police drove to my house. I was stunned for a moment, instinctively thinking they were here to thank me for my report. But to my surprise, the officers behind them walked in carrying a box. That was the very box that got Roman imprisoned in the previous life.
Why did the police bring in the box filled with drugs? But what surprised me even more was that when the box was opened, it wasn’t drugs inside, but over a dozen gold bars. “How is there so much gold?” Roman asked in confusion, still unaware of what was happening. But as soon as he stepped forward, he was pinned to the ground by the police and handcuffed. This sudden situation left me completely stunned. I instinctively wanted to rush forward but was stopped by the police. I asked, “Why are you arresting my dad?” A police officer replied, “Because we’ve identified that the gold bars in this box are the ones stolen during the gold bar theft case in transit over a decade ago.” “Through our investigation, we’ve confirmed that the main culprit is your grandfather. And just now, your dad’s guilty expression clearly shows he’s connected to this case.” At this point, the police officer’s gaze at me became complicated. Then he continued, “Although turning your dad in will leave a mark on your life, you’ve helped the country catch the criminal and recover the losses, which is something to be proud of.” I couldn’t believe it. “That’s impossible. How could my dad be a criminal? Dad, hurry and say this is all a misunderstanding.” But when I turned to look at Roman and saw his face full of guilt, sadness, and the shock of betrayal, I couldn’t believe it. “Is this true?” I asked. Roman looked at me and slowly revealed the truth. He said, “Your grandpa wanted to improve our lives back then and brought back a box, then asked me to carry it. But when I discovered it was full of gold bars, I realized the truth that he had robbed a bank. “But in those days, the consequences of crime were severe. At that time, your mom was already pregnant with you. For your safety, I chose to keep it a secret.” I thought, “So Grandma was telling the truth? But how is this possible? In my previous life, the box was filled with drugs.” Until the police took Roman away from me, I still couldn’t recover from this shocking truth. I still wondered in confusion, “Wasn’t it drugs in there? How could it be gold bars? How could Dad be a criminal?” At that moment, the door opened. It was Layla, who had rushed over after hearing the news. “Roman!” But when she saw the empty room, she understood what had happened. “It’s over.” She instantly collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Layla’s illness flared up. I shouted, “Mom.” This scene, identical to the previous life, stirred the deepest fear in my heart. I rushed up frantically to support Layla, but her dying gaze was fixed firmly on my eyes. She said to me, “Your dad was wrong, but he did it all for you. Yet you reported him.” Layla’s voice was choked with emotion. “Eloise, do you hate your dad for not giving you money to live a wealthy life, so you’re deliberately retaliating against him?” I shook my head and said, “No, no, it’s not that. How could I hate Dad? I never truly wanted to hurt him.” But Layla passed out before hearing my explanation. I hurriedly carried her to the hospital for emergency treatment. Rushing all the way there, after handing her over to the nurse, I also briefly passed out from exhaustion. Here, I saw Abigail again. She was deeply distressed and urged me, “Your mom’s condition is critical. Only Everett from Central Hospital can treat her. If you don’t go to him soon, it will be too late.” I suddenly woke up but fell into conflict. In my previous life, I had witnessed Everett’s skills. As long as he intervened in time, he could definitely save Layla. I checked the time and realized Anthony’s car accident in the previous life happened two hours later. I could completely prevent it. Immediately, I called Anthony.
The call connected quickly. On the other end, Anthony’s voice sounded very comforting. He said, “Babe, I heard about the situation with your family’s wheat. Is there anything I can do to help you?” His words made me feel very warm inside. Anthony had always been such a good person. But in the previous life, he died because of my reckless behavior. This time, I must save Layla. I absolutely won’t let anything happen to him. So, I said to him, “Anthony, I need you to do something for me. From now on, you must stay where you are all afternoon and not move. I’ll come to see you tonight, okay?” I tried hard, thinking intensely about the answer. But Anthony didn’t hesitate at all. He said, “Although I don’t know why, since you’re asking so seriously, this must be very important. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely do as you say and stay here obediently waiting for you to come and get me.” I nodded firmly. Then, I wiped away my tears and hurried to Central Hospital. I skipped a lot of unnecessary communication and directly pleaded in front of Everett. He immediately understood the seriousness of the situation and chose to treat Layla. I glanced at the time and realized it was an hour earlier than planned. Everett also said we arrived just in time, so the chances of Layla being cured are very high. I waited until after the three-hour surgery. Everett took off his mask and happily said to me, “The patient’s surgery was a complete success. As long as she rests and recovers well, she will heal.” On the hospital bed, Layla slowly opened her eyes. But when she saw it was me, she closed her eyes in pain again. She still resents me. But I still burst into tears of joy. At least this time, I saved Layla’s life. This also means I broke free from what Abigail told me in the dream. The first person I wanted to call was Anthony to share the good news. However, after dialing over a dozen times, it kept showing unreachable. I hadn’t figured out what was going on when a commotion erupted in the hospital. I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw a scene that made my blood run cold. Anthony’s mom, Madelyn Jones, strode toward me. Her face was full of accusation. She shouted, “Eloise, you wicked woman! You killed my son.” I said, “Something happened to Anthony? How is that possible? I clearly told him to stay put.” Hearing this, Madelyn suddenly went crazy. She screamed, “It really was you! Do you know? My son was waiting for you at the intersection when a drunk driver hit him and killed him on the spot. You killed my son!” Her words hit me like a hammer, leaving me completely stunned. I thought, “Anthony is really dead?” My eyes narrowed sharply in shock. I couldn’t believe it was true. I thought, “I clearly didn’t follow what Grandma told me to do in her dream. Why did I still end up causing Anthony’s death?” I hadn’t figured it out yet when Madelyn suddenly pulled a fruit knife out of her pocket. It was the exact same knife that killed me in my previous life. Then, she stabbed at me with all her strength. But at that moment, someone forcefully pushed me away and took the stab for me. That person shouted, “Eloise, run!” It was Layla. Immediately, the blade pierced her chest, and blood splattered onto my face. I snapped out of my daze, but Layla was already lying in a pool of blood. She tightly grabbed Madelyn’s pant leg and shouted to me, “Eloise, run!” Unable to break free, Madelyn angrily kicked Layla hard again. She glared at me fiercely and threatened, “If you don’t come over and pay for my son’s life, I’ll kill your mom first, then you!” The knife in Madelyn’s hand was about to pierce Layla’s chest. But suddenly, I finally understood everything. Why would Abigail, who loves me, hurt me? Why can’t I stop the tragedy no matter what I do? I understood all these reasons.
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