The wheat has yet to ripen when my Grandma, Julia Simmon, appears to me in a dream. "There will be a plague of locusts in the autumn. Sell off the produce and raise fish to ensure the family has income."

I, Vanessa West, convince my parents to harvest the wheat for grain and feed before irrigating the fields to raise fish.

Then, a severe drought strikes and the fish die, leaving my family drowning in debt.

We're at a loss to know what to do. Then, Grandma appears in my dreams again. "There are gold bars buried under the oak tree on the hill at our old home. Selling them will sort out our debts and leave you with money to spare."

After telling my father, Alan West, this, he digs up a whole crate of white powder. The police happen to be staking out the area. They have him arrested, thinking that he means to buy the drugs. For the amount he gets caught with, he faces life imprisonment.

My mother, Hannah Smith, is unable to bear the sight of this and faints on the spot. Again, Grandma appears to me in a dream and offers guidance. "Dr. Hank Vance at Central Hospital can cure her. If you don't hurry, she'll be in danger!"

Desperate to save my mother, I threaten Dr. Vance with my life, and he agrees to operate on her.

Then, my boyfriend gets into a car accident and urgently needs treatment.

However, he succumbs to his injuries due to my asking for Dr. Vance.

In the meantime, Mom doesn't receive treatment in time.

As she is dying, Mom weeps, asking me why I ruined the entire family. Then, she passes away on the operating table.

My boyfriend's parents think I am responsible for their son's death, and they stab me 18 times.

While being rushed to the emergency room, I see Grandma again.

However, she is grinning maliciously as she plunges a knife into my heart, mimicking the stabs I got from real life and giving me a ruptured heart.

I died without understanding why Grandma's appearances led to my family's end.

I open my eyes and find out that I've returned to the day Grandma told me to sell our crops.

"Vanessa West, remember that there will be a locust plague this autumn. It'll be a waste to plant wheat. You should harvest the young wheat, sell them for silage, and use that money to make a fish pond. It'll be more profitable."

I jolted awake. This familiar dream made me realize I had truly returned to the past. However, I didn't intend to tell my parents. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

In my past life, my grandmother, Julia Simmon, appeared to me in a dream, warning me about the locusts. She told me that I had to tell my father to harvest the crops early, sell them, and get a fish pond with the money.

Grandma doted on me, so I believed her implicitly and immediately told Dad about the locust plague.

Since my father, Alan West, injured his hand while working, our family's only source of income was tending to the few acres of farmland we had.

It didn't just support our family, but it also funded my education. We could not afford to take any risks.

I was initially fretting over how to convince Dad about the dream since it was quite far-fetched.

Yet, Dad chose to believe me unconditionally. He harvested the wheat and used the money to raise fish. When the villagers mocked him, he stood proudly and said, "Vanessa has been out in the world and knows better than I do. How could I, her own father, not trust her?"

Yet, reality dealt me a crushing blow.

When autumn came, there wasn't a single locust, let alone a whole swarm. Instead, we had the worst drought of the century.

Dad frantically tried to prevent the fish pond from drying up, but due to the relentless heat, the young fish ended up dying from overheating.

Dad fell ill, and our family lost everything. My mother, Hannah Smith, was so worried that she couldn't sleep at night. However, she still forced herself to smile and comforted me when she saw me, telling me not to blame myself.

I was remorseful, but Grandma appeared in another dream to guide me. "Vanessa, go to the oak tree at the hill behind the house. Your Grandpa buried gold bars there years ago in case of emergencies. Now's the time to dig them up."

I told my parents this excitedly.

Without a word, Dad grabbed a shovel and headed to the hill. Sure enough, he uncovered a crate. But when he opened it, he found that it wasn't filled with gold bars but white powder.

Before Dad could even understand what was happening, he was arrested on the spot. The police were lying in wait, and they mistook him for a buyer.

Due to the severity of the case, we were even denied visitation.

The investigating officers revealed that due to the sheer quantity of drugs he was caught with, he was very likely to face life imprisonment.

Under the weight of this devastating blow, Mom collapsed and lost consciousness. The diagnosis revealed that she had acute heart failure.

I wept myself into unconsciousness at Mom's bedside. That was when I saw Grandma again in a dream. "Go to Central Hospital and seek out Dr. Hank Vance. Only he can save your mother. Hurry, or she'll never recover!"

I rushed over to Central Hospital, falling to my knees and begging Dr. Vance. I finally managed to convince him to operate on my mother.

But unbeknownst to me, my boyfriend, James Larson, had gotten into a car accident. His heart was punctured, and he urgently needed surgery from Dr. Vance too.

Yet, because I intercepted him, James missed the optimal window for treatment and passed away.

As I was still reeling from indirectly causing James' death, Dr. Vance sadly announced that Mom was dying after a failed resuscitation.

I rushed into the ward but only managed to see her one last time.

Her gaze, which was always so loving, was filled with disappointment and confusion for the first time. She asked me why I destroyed our family.

I walked out of the funeral parlor in a daze, clutching her urn, when James' parents confronted me. They were convinced I was responsible for his death and stabbed me 18 times in a fit of rage.

I was rushed to the ER, and in my final moments, I saw Grandma again.

I wanted to confront her over her role in our family's destruction, but she raised the knife and stabbed me in the chest before I could speak.

My heart was punctured, and I died a horrible death in the ambulance. Now that I had returned to the past, I swore I would never believe in her misleading dreams again.

I reassured myself, thinking that the drought would not affect the wheat so badly. Even if we did nothing further, Dad was definitely going to have a good harvest in the fall. Yet, I still felt uneasy.

The next day, I took out my hard-earned savings and bought pesticide to kill the locusts, carefully ensuring that the fields were meticulously sprayed.

Dad couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, saying I was behaving more like a farmer than he was.

I dared not relax. I kept a close eye on our crops each day.

When harvest season finally arrived, the wheat stood tall and robust. After the grain merchants came to inspect it, they offered the highest purchase price. "This batch of wheat is top-quality grain. We'll buy it at a high price. Please reserve some for us."

Dad's tanned face was filled with joy. "Wonderful! I can buy new clothes for my wife and daughter this year."

After agreeing to harvest it the next day, my tense heart finally felt at ease.

I was right—Grandma's premonitions were wrong. As long as I did not trust her, all was going to be well.

That night, Mom celebrated by cooking one of our chickens. We then went to bed early to prepare for the harvest the next day.

However, just as dawn was breaking, I heard someone wail incredulously. "How could this happen? Where did the locusts come from?"

Alarm bells went off instantly in my head as a sense of foreboding rose within me. I rushed out without even putting on my shoes, and the scene before me made my eyes widen in shock.

Locusts swarmed the fields in black tornadoes. The wheat, which had been perfectly ripe and ready for harvest, was now being devoured mercilessly by the locusts.

Dad flailed his arms desperately, trying to scare them away, but to no avail. He even tripped and fell to the ground, forced to watch helplessly as the locusts devoured nearly all our crops.

The man who seemed unassailable never got up that night. I leaned in and heard him murmur, "It's over. It's all over. Vanessa's tuition, our medical fees, our living expenses… All of it is gone."

Dad's words cut through me like a knife.

Why did this happen?

I clearly chose not to listen to Grandma's instructions, and there wasn't a locust plague in my past life. Why did one show up now?

Before I could make sense of it, Dad walked out the door.

When he returned, his back was deeply hunched.

I knew then that he'd gone to borrow money from our relatives.

How humiliating must this have been for a man who taught me to live with honesty and integrity?

Just thinking about it was like taking a blade to the heart.

That very night, however, Grandma appeared in my dream again. She seemed to know of our family's current predicament.

"Vanessa, go to the oak tree behind the hill," she said, sighing deeply. "Your Grandpa buried gold bars there for a rainy day. Now that the prices are high, selling them can solve our immediate financial woes."

In my past life, I listened to Grandma and excitedly told Dad the news. Yet, who would've thought that what was hidden there wasn't gold but white powder?

Dad was wrongfully imprisoned by the police, who mistook him for a buyer.

This time, I refused to let anything like that happen. So, the first thing I did after waking up was to report it to the police.

"Officers, I think someone's buried something under the oak tree on the hill behind our house. It might be evidence left by criminals."

They remained silent for a long time before agreeing to investigate.

I knew this threw a wrench in their plans, but to keep Dad out of this, I had no choice.

That afternoon, the police arrived.

I froze momentarily, thinking they'd come to reward me for tipping them off. But, to my dismay, the officers were carrying in the very same crate that landed Dad in jail in my past life.

Why were the police bringing the crate of white powder to our house?

To my surprise, when the crate was opened, there was no white powder. Instead, over a dozen gold bars were in the crate.

"Officers, why is there so much gold?" Dad asked, bewildered.

However, as soon as he stepped forward, the police pinned him to the ground and handcuffed him.

The sudden turn of events completely stunned me. My first instinct was to rush forward, but the police stopped me.

"Why are you arresting my father?" I asked.

"Upon investigation, the box contains stolen gold bars from a heist that happened over a decade ago. They were taken mid-transit. We've also managed to confirm that the mastermind was your grandfather. Your father's guilty expression now proves he was connected too."

Just then, the officer, whose name was Shawn Fontaine, gave me a complicated look. "You personally made the call to send your father to jail. His actions will be a stain on your family name and bar you from civil service. Despite that, you should take pride in helping us catch a criminal and recover national assets."

I couldn't believe it. "That's impossible. How could my father be a criminal? Dad, tell them it's a misunderstanding!"

However, when I turned to look at Dad and saw the guilt, sorrow, as well as the shock of betrayal written all over his face, I was rendered speechless.

"Is it true?" I murmured.

Dad looked at me and slowly revealed the truth. "Your Grandpa wanted to improve our lives and brought back this crate for safekeeping. But when I saw the gold bars, I learned the truth about the heist.

"Back then, the consequences for such a crime were severe. Mom was pregnant with you, and to protect you, I chose to hide it."

So Grandma was telling the truth? How could that be? In my past life, that crate was full of heroin!

Even as the police led Dad away in front of me, I was still reeling from the shock.

Wasn't that supposed to be heroin? How could it contain gold bars? How could Dad be a criminal?

Just then, the door opened, and Mom rushed in, having heard the news. "Honey?"

However, when she saw the empty house, she realized something.

"No…" she whispered.

She then collapsed to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Mom's illness was acting up.

"Mom!" I exclaimed.

This scene, identical to one from my past life, rekindled my deepest fear.

I frantically rushed to support Mom, but she stared intently into my eyes, barely breathing as she said, "Your Dad messed up, but it was all for you. And yet, you reported him."

Mom's voice was choked with emotion as she added, "Vanessa, are you upset that your Dad didn't give you money for a luxurious lifestyle? Is that why you sought revenge?"

"No, that's not true! Why would I hate Dad? I never wanted to hurt him!"

Yet, before hearing my explanation, Mom passed out.

I frantically carried her to the hospital for emergency treatment. I rushed all the way there and left her in the nurses' care. I fainted briefly from exhaustion, only to see Grandma in my dream again.

She looked heartbroken as she said, "Your mother's condition is dire. Only Dr. Vance at Central Hospital can help her. If you don't go now, it'll be too late!"

I woke with a start, but I felt conflicted. In my past life, I'd witnessed Dr. Vance's skills. If he could intervene on time, then he could save Mom.

I then glanced at the time and realized that James' accident was due to happen two hours later. It was completely avoidable. I called him immediately.