She brings her illegitimate child and expects to inherit all my family's wealth.
Too bad her sweet dreams are destined to crumble.
The first thing I did after coming back in time was install surveillance cameras in our family garage.
Brent has no idea.
Vivienne knows even less.
The footage of her tampering with the brakes has already been captured on camera.
Calling the police would only be digging her own grave.
As we exit the highway, the hospital calls one last time.
This time, it's not to rush us.
Instead, it's to announce Brent's death.
The prolonged delay ultimately led to his demise.
Just like me in my past life.
On the phone, I sob uncontrollably.
The doctor keeps trying to console me.
I pretend to be inconsolable and hang up the phone in anguish.
As the car slowly pulls into the hospital, Brent's body has already been covered with a white sheet.
The hallway is packed with reporters who've rushed here for interviews.