Chapter 3The Inheritance of Karma

In Grandma's village, most young adults had moved to the city for work. The place was populated almost entirely by the elderly and children left behind.

Though there were many people, almost none had the ability to save Rick.

As the crowd on the riverbank grew, I squinted, scanning the faces.

Soon, the person I was waiting for appeared.

Grandma squeezed her way to the front of the crowd of old ladies with surprising agility, craning her neck toward the center of the river.

I pricked up my ears, waiting for her reaction.

But to my surprise, upon seeing the car, Grandma put her hands on her hips and laughed out loud.

"Haha! Serves him right! Driving like a maniac in the village! Hope you drown, you bastard!"

I was stunned.

The onlookers were stunned too.

"Martha, why would you say that? Do you have a grudge against the driver?"

"Yeah! Do you know whose car that is?"

Seeing that the villagers didn't recognize the car, I remembered. Rick had bragged about "just picking up" the BMW in my past life.

I thought he meant he bought it recently, but now I realized this was the first time he'd driven it back to the village.

Even his own mother didn't know it was his car.

Grandma said angrily to the villagers:

"I don't know him! But this car almost hit me on the road just now. If I hadn't dodged fast, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you!"

She pointed at her clothes. "Look! I had to roll on the ground to dodge him. Look at my new clothes!"

Grandma was wearing the new outfit my mom brought her today.

It was a light blue jacket, now covered in mud, looking almost brown.

Looking at Grandma's clothes, I slapped my forehead. I remembered something else.

In my past life, after waking up, Rick said he was going to settle the score with an old lady in blue.

He claimed he drove into the river because that old lady suddenly jumped in front of his car, causing him to panic and swerve.

Well, well, well!

So the person Rick almost hit was Grandma.

I was so focused on saving him last time that I missed the drama on the shore!

I was getting more and more curious about Grandma's expression when she realized the person in the car was her son.

Strangely, despite hearing Grandma's near-death experience, none of the other elderly people responded to her.

Another minute passed.

The kids finally managed to find two middle-aged men. As soon as they saw the car, they started discussing rescue plans and asking the elderly folks for help.

"Did anyone call 911?"

"Quick, take a picture and send it to the village group chat. Let's see whose car this is! Get their family here!"

"Who has tools? We need something to break the window!"