Clutching her scraped knee, Olivia wept pitifully to our parents.
At her words, my mother instinctively slapped me across the face.
“How can you be so cruel? We wanted to make it up to you, and the first thing you do is try to kill Olivia.”
“If you want revenge, go find that damned mother of hers—don’t take it out on Olivia!”
My brother Ethan Bennett grabbed me hard—fresh out of surgery, my leg still in a cast—and yanked me down to the floor.
I braced myself on the ground, trembling from the pain.
“Sure enough, a stray raised outside has no manners—rotten to the bone!”
“Apologize to Olivia right now!”
Realizing I had been reborn, I didn’t even have time to feel relieved.
Two hours earlier, Olivia had eagerly volunteered to pick me up—
Only to deliberately hit the gas instead of the brake and send me flying.
With a metallic taste in my throat, I bit my lip, forcing back the urge to defend myself.
I lifted my eyes to glare at the very people who had killed me in my past life, hatred boiling inside.
The scene before me overlapped perfectly with my memories of that lifetime.
I had once sobbed and pleaded, explaining over and over that I hadn’t hurt Olivia.
But no one had believed me.