Chapter 1The Heartless Family

The scene of my older brother, James, bleeding profusely after being hit by a stray bullet in the library, stung my eyes. Yet, I, who was passing by, chose to ignore it, even quickening my pace to flee the scene. This was because, in my previous life, I had frantically rushed him to the hospital. James had suffered a severe head injury and cranial bleeding, urgently needing surgery. At that critical moment, I called our mother, Dr. Elena Hayes, the city's top neurosurgeon, pleading with her to come to the hospital immediately. But she, believing I was merely jealous of her taking my adopted sister, Chloe, to the beach, accused me of fabricating the story of James's injury. No matter how much I begged, she refused to return. By the time my father and other family members arrived at the hospital, James had already passed away, having missed the crucial window for rescue. Our entire family blamed me for James's death, convinced that I had deliberately misled Mom and delayed his treatment. Mom, rushing back from out of town, completely broke down, pushing me down a flight of stairs, leaving me to bleed out and die.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day James was shot in the library.

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The few seconds I lingered at the library entrance, the shocking crimson exploded in my vision, terrifyingly similar to the bloodstain that spread after my head hit the ground when Mom pushed me down the stairs in my previous life. Countless images flashed through my mind: the clamor of voices in the hospital corridor, Mom's icy glare, Dad's furious shouts, and the desperate sensation of freefall as I plunged. I spun around, sprinting in the opposite direction with all my might, hailing a taxi and diving inside. Even in the back seat, my body trembled uncontrollably.

Chloe's parents had died in an earthquake, saving my brother. Orphaned, she was taken in by Mom and Dad. From that day on, she became the family's little princess, while I became an extra, a burden. Even James, who once doted on me, only showed tenderness to Chloe. No matter what I did or said, in their eyes, it was wildly wrong. In my previous life, I desperately tried to explain my true intention of saving James, explaining that Mom had misunderstood everything. But they not only refused to believe me; they even thought James being shot was a sinister plot I had orchestrated – such an absurd accusation, yet they swallowed it whole. In this life, I would never meddle again. After all, James knew Chloe was bullying me at school, yet he always stood by and did nothing.

When I pushed open the front door, I heard Dad's cheerful self-congratulation. "These shrimps are really big, Chloe will definitely love them." He hummed happily. "I'll stew some black chicken soup for her when she gets back. She's looked a bit thin lately, needs some extra nourishment." It wasn't until I reached the dining room entrance that Dad looked up and saw me. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a stern expression. "Sophia Hayes, I told you to buy some crabs. What took you so long? What time is it?! Where were you wandering off to? What if the seafood isn't fresh and she gets sick? Can't you be more responsible?"

I stood at the doorway, still clutching the bag of crabs, which felt impossibly heavy. I lowered my head and mumbled, "Traffic was a bit bad…"

"Traffic? Are you the only person in this entire city who got stuck in traffic?" Dad's voice grew increasingly impatient. "You're so sensitive. Say two words to you and you get upset, like a clam. You're nothing like Chloe, who's so sensible and considerate." Ever since Chloe came into this family, such comparisons had been constant. My every move, every expression, was always measured against hers, always concluding that I was inferior. Looking at the undisguised disappointment on my father's face, I tightened my grip on the bag, my nails digging deep into my palms.

Suddenly, the phone on the cutting board rang urgently. Dad picked it up, his voice easy and cheerful. "Hello? Oh, it's Mr. Davis from the library. Hello, hello…" The next second, his voice abruptly changed pitch. "What? Shot? Library? James?!" He hung up, his face ashen. "Your brother got into trouble at the library. The teacher told us to go quickly." I feigned ignorance, following him as he rushed out of the house. We sped towards City Central Hospital.