On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer.

My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead.

In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital.

That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself.

He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even organized a welcome-home party for my father when he was discharged from the hospital.

But on the day of the party, he poisoned every dish on the table.

"It's because of you and your damn father! If it weren't for you, Rosalin wouldn't have killed herself! You're the ones who drove her to death! You should pay for her life!"

When I opened my eyes once more, I had returned to the day my father collapsed.

This time, my husband answered the phone. Without a second thought, he ran to his childhood sweetheart.

Yet, why had he still come to regret it?

The endless blaring of car horns from rush hour rang in my ears.

My father, Michael Stern, was already unconscious, laying in the lap of my mother, Edith Christian.

We were stuck at an intersection.

Outside the car window, my husband's colleague, Francis Light, in a police uniform, was looking at me icily.

He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?"

My mother was so anxious that she began sweating profusely. She yelled, "This is a matter of life and death! Is this how you police officers do your job?"

Half an hour ago, I returned to the day my father collapsed.

Still stuck in traffic, I did not ask my husband, Jonathan Reed, who was conducting the traffic, for help. Instead, I forced my way through the stream of cars and turned sharply into a side road with fewer vehicles.

I did not even have the time to step on the gas pedal when Francis appeared, blocking my car.

"What life and death? I don't see anything. Your father is just asleep in the car. What do you mean cerebral hemorrhage? Daphne, if you continue causing trouble by putting on this fake act, I'll have no choice but to have you arrested."

Francis smiled at me maliciously, his eyes gleaming with clear condescension.

When the other cars saw me leaving, they honked at me with dissatisfaction.

"Can't you abide by the rules? If we can wait, why can't you?!"

"That's right! You even asked a police officer to help you clear a path! Who do you think you are?"

As their comments reached us in the car, I clenched the steering wheel tighter. My back was drenched in cold sweat. I was so anxious I was almost in tears.

Was my father just going to die there like that?

My mother wailed in despair. She did not understand why no one would believe us when her husband's life was hanging by the thread.

Francis cast me a warning glance. "Daphne, Jonathan has told me all about your tactics. I mean, I've got to give it to you. You put on quite a convincing show."

He added, "He told me that you'll have to just wait until the traffic eases today, just like everyone else. Don't embarrass yourself or cause Jonathan to lose his job. You hear me?"

I gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Francis was a good police officer, but he was always mean to me. I never knew where his hostility was coming from, but at that moment, it hit me.

It seemed that even until that point, he thought I was the one who cost Jonathan his job, causing him to fail his official confirmation.

In his eyes, I was a tramp who only knew how to get into bed with other men. It was also because of me that Jonathan and his childhood sweetheart, Rosalin Bell, could not be together.

However, I had no time to explain myself. My father had been unconscious for a long time by then. Any second of delay would be an additional danger.

Suppressing the panic in me, I opened the car door and walked over to Francis.

In my previous life, I was equally in despair. Back then, I put aside all of my dignity and pride, asking Jonathan to clear a path for us.

He had hesitated a while, but in the end, he agreed.

That day, my father got the treatment he needed. All of us were relieved.

That night, because Jonathan did not answer Rosalin's call, she turned on the gas and killed herself by carbon monoxide poisoning.

Later, Jonathan found out that Rosalin had a panic attack and just wanted his company.

He brought Rosalin's urn back and hugged it in his arms for three whole days. After three days, he resumed his normal self.

He would visit my father after work. He would give me flowers. He would smile at me even brighter than before.

Back then, I thought that he had completely let go of the woman who should not have even been in our marriage in the first place.

The day my father got discharged, Jonathan had even planned him a welcome-home party.

Little did we know that he had poisoned every single dish.

My father was the first one to die. I was fighting for my life, trying to escape, but he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me down to the underground cellar.

He forced me to look at Rosalin's funeral portrait.

"If it weren't for you and your damn father, Rosalin wouldn't have died! Why did your father have to collapse that day? Why did you make me do things for you when Rosalin needed me the most?"

I was in so much pain I screamed. I wanted to explain myself. I wanted to say that my father had only felt sorry for him. He had contacted an old comrade, hoping to help his son-in-law secure his official position.

However, my father already had an underlying disease. He had drunk too much when he asked for a favor, which was what caused him to have cerebral hemorrhage.

Jonathan was only one step away from an official confirmation.

I knelt before Rosalin's urn, trying with all my might to explain.

However, Jonathan was crying so hard his eyes were reddened. He would not listen. He stabbed me right in the heart with a knife multiple times.

"The Stern family has always looked down on me! Why can't you let me go? Let me and Rosalin go! Now that Rosalin is dead, I'll make everyone pay with their lives!"

I lay sprawled out on the floor as my breathing gradually stopped. He kicked me aside, then stabbed himself right in the heart.

"Rosalin, I'll never let you be alone."

Only at that moment did I realize that he had never once let her go.

A few years ago, Rosalin had been followed after work. She had called Jonathan for help.

All because of a light scratch on Rosalin's face, he almost beat the guy half to death.

Back then, Jonathan was just one step away from getting an official confirmation, but he missed his chance because of Rosalin.

I was blinded by love. I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me.

When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic.

I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis.

"Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?"

I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers.

"My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

Under the whispers of others, Francis snickered, "Jonathan was right. You'd do anything to gain attention."

The ache on my forehead was not as painful as the heartbreak in my heart. I looked up and Francis spat at me, looking at me with contempt.

Then, he grabbed the loudspeaker from the patrol car and shouted to the crowd, "Don't be fooled by this lady! Her father with cerebral hemorrhage? He's faking it!

"Back then, she forced her way into marrying my friend. She had her father, some bureau's chief, force my friend to break up with his childhood sweetheart! She even threatened to ruin his career if he didn't!

"Now, she's just putting on this act for attention! If you ask me, she's just a homewrecker trying to sabotage someone else's relationship!"

The crowd erupted as they cast me disgusted looks.

"Tsk. Unbelievable!"

"Who would've thought that she would team up with her father to do such a thing. Isn't this abusing public resources?"

My heart dropped. I never would have thought that Francis, no, Jonathan, would be so heartless.

When Francis stopped me, I already had a bad feeling that he was reborn too.

"Daphne! Your father can't hold on for much longer!" my mother yelled in the car.

My father was convulsing violently in her arms.

I immediately got up and opened the car door to the back passenger seat.

"Mom, quickly loosen Dad's clothing. Open his mouth, and don't let him bite his tongue."

I slapped myself twice to force myself to calm down. Following the emergency measures a doctor had taught me in my previous life, I immediately began first aid on my father.

I never thought that the doctor's methods were in good use at that moment.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, my father was no longer convulsing, but he was still unconscious.

Francis crossed his arms, looking at me as if I was a joke. "My, my. You even did your research. Daphne, I've got to give it to you."

He added, "Jonathan has already gone to see Rosalin. No matter how much of an act you put on, he won't return. You can save it."

At that moment, covered in sweat, I finally realized what a terrible person I was from Jonathan's version of the story.

We met at someone else's wedding. I bumped into him smoking by the door. He bent down to help me pick up my purse.

I later found out that he was single from my father. It was only then I had the idea to pursue him.

No one had ever told me that he still had feelings for Rosalin.

I did not know much. I only knew that I liked him. How was that wrong?

Jonathan was clearly the one in the wrong. He should not be enjoying my pursuement while still being involved with another woman.

Right at that moment, my eyes lit up as I saw someone familiar among the crowd.

I yelled, "Dr. Dunn, please help me!"

Dr. Daniel Dunn, who was also stuck in traffic, walked over to me in confusion. He had rescued my father in my previous life.

At that moment, he was my knight in shining armor.

"You are…"

Before he could place a name on me, I pulled him right inside the car.

"Please save my father!"

When he saw my father, he soon realized how serious the problem was. He immediately looked stern and said to Francis, who was watching everything unfold from the side, "Officer, clear a path! This patient needs to be sent to the hospital at once!"

Francis thought nothing of it. "What doctor? You can stop with the act. Just stay where you are. Don't get involved in this."

Dr. Dunn had never been treated like that. He was so furious he glared at Francis.

"Go and ask for my reputation. Why on earth would I want to lie to you?!"

He then checked up on my father while yelling at Francis.

Francis suddenly looked a little hesitant. He would have recognized Dr. Dunn. After all, Dr. Dunn's photos were all over the internet.

"Even if you're a doctor, this woman can't go!"

Then, he called Jonathan and put the call on loudspeaker.

"What is it, Francis?"

I could not help but shudder when I heard Jonathan's voice. I still remembered the pain of being stabbed to death in my previous life.

"Jonathan, you were right. I did bump into Daphne. She insists that her father is having a cerebral hemorrhage. A doctor is asking for him to be sent to the hospital. Should I let them go?"

Jonathan scoffed arrogantly. "Let her go? In her dreams! Just let that tramp and her family die there! Rosalin is feeling unwell. She needs me. Don't call me unless there's an emergency."

Then, he hung up the call.

My mother was so furious her face flushed red. She wanted to yell at Jonathan, but her tears came first.

"Did we murder or commit arson? Why the hell is Jonathan doing this to my daughter?"

I started feeling dizzy. I wanted to ask the same question too.

Right at that moment, Dr. Dunn yelled, "We need to rescue him first!"

In the car, my father had started vomiting a large amount of blood. Francis could not dodge in time and received a mouthful of my father's blood on his face.