After my mom got into a car accident and urgently needed surgery to save her life, I gave the surgery slot to my best friend’s son, Isaac Halstead.

After all, in the middle of the night, there was only one doctor in the hospital capable of performing the surgery. At the same time, Isaac had swallowed a blade and gone into shock.

But after the operation, Isaac died under mysterious circumstances, and Corinne Halstead blamed his death on me. She started a livestream and twisted the truth.

She falsely accused me of bribing the doctor, stealing the surgery opportunity that originally belonged to her son, causing them to miss the critical treatment window, which led to Isaac’s death.

In the next moment, the police rushed into the hospital and took me, along with the doctor and others, away for investigation.

My mom, whose condition was critical, missed the surgery and died. The incident trended online, and I was subjected to massive cyberbullying.

The doctor who performed the surgery turned out to be my dad, Dr. Alistair Brennan. In the end, he was deliberately run over and killed by an extremist netizen.

In despair, I drank pesticide to prove my innocence.

Not long after I died, Corinne moved into a luxury villa with Isaac and my husband, Grant Kessler.

Only then did I realize that Isaac’s death had been fake all along. This had all been part of her scheme.

She not only took Grant, embezzled the inheritance, but also rode the wave of attention to become an internet celebrity, earning tens of millions.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the night my mom was rushed to the hospital after the accident.

"The patient is in critical condition. Her chest has been pierced by a sharp object. Contact Dr. Brennan immediately and prepare for surgery."

Covered in blood, Mom was wheeled out of the ambulance and rushed into the hospital. Her injuries were severe. She had gotten into a car accident on the highway in the middle of the night. Shattered windshield glass had pierced her chest.

Because the car that rear-ended her had been speeding, her ribs were broken, and her chest was a mangled mess of blood and tissue.

After a quick examination, the ER doctor immediately called for surgery to be prepared.

The quiet emergency department in the middle of the night suddenly burst into motion, nurses hurrying back and forth.

I suddenly snapped back to my senses. I realized I had been reborn.

Looking at the familiar ER lobby, I knew I had returned to the day Mom’s accident happened.

Memories of how I was falsely accused and died miserably in my previous life surged into my mind, forcing me fully awake.

Seeing that I wasn’t responding, a nurse anxiously tugged at me. "Ma’am, are you alright? Please sign the surgical consent form right away. We’re preparing for surgery.

"Your mother’s condition is very serious. The glass must be removed immediately, or she could die from excessive blood loss or infection…"

Hearing those words again, I picked up the pen without hesitation, ready to sign.

"Jazzlyn! What are you doing here? My son swallowed a blade and won’t stop vomiting blood! We’ve been to several hospitals, and none of them had a doctor who could operate. That’s why we came here."

"I don’t know if there’s a doctor here who can do the surgery. Please, save my son!"

I turned my head, and Corinne Halstead’s face came into view. In her arms was a nine-year-old boy, unconscious, blood smeared at the corners of his mouth.

My eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, I stepped back, putting distance between us.

In that instant, everything came back to me.

In my previous life, Mom had been in a car accident on the highway and was brought to the hospital for surgery.

However, right then, Corinne had suddenly appeared, holding Isaac. She told me he had accidentally swallowed a blade that night, and it had lodged in his chest. He needed surgery urgently.

After asking around, she learned that Mom also needed chest surgery because of the accident.

The nurse told us that among the doctors on duty that night, only one could perform this kind of operation. The other doctors would take at least two hours to arrive, and neither of them would survive that long.

Crying hysterically, Corinne dropped to her knees in front of me. She begged me to let Isaac go first.

Considering that we had been best friends for over ten years, I couldn’t bear to refuse her, so I gave in and let Isaac take the surgery slot first.

I never expected that he would die during the operation.

When the nurse handed over the death certificate, the operating room descended into chaos, inside and out. Corinne screamed and wailed.

Before I could even understand what had caused Isaac’s death, she pinned the blame on me.

After that came the livestreams, the online abuse.

Thinking back on everything that had happened in my previous life, I wanted to grind my teeth to dust.

Right now, Corinne was crying pitifully, clutching my hand as she begged again and again.

"Jazzlyn, I’m begging you. Let Isaac go into surgery first, please! He’s still so young. He won’t last much longer. If he dies, I won’t go on living either…"

She kept demanding that I give up the surgery slot, even urging the nurse to send Isaac into the operating room first.

"Nurse, please perform surgery on Mom immediately! I’m not giving up the slot. Take Mom into the operating room now. Don’t delay even a second!"

I snatched the consent form and signed my name in one swift motion.

Corinne froze for a moment. She clearly hadn’t expected me to be this decisive.

After all, we had grown up together, and she knew me inside out. She understood how soft-hearted I was, and how easily I hesitated when pressured.

In my previous life, she had used that kindness and hesitation to make me give up the surgery slot again and again for Isaac.

In the end, not only did Isaac’s situation lead to Mom’s death and Dad being run over by a car, but I was also framed, dragged through online abuse, and driven to drink pesticide to prove my innocence.

Meanwhile, Grant and my inheritance all ended up in her hands. In the end, her whole family lived happily ever after.

The moment I thought of all that, I wanted to rip Corinne apart. I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles went white, and I ground my teeth.

Even after hearing my outright refusal, Corinne still wouldn’t give up. She grabbed my hand, crying miserably, pressuring me, and trying to guilt-trip me.

"Jazzlyn, how can you do this? How can you be so heartless?

"Isaac is still so young. How can you just stand there and watch him coughing up blood, on the verge of dying? I never thought you’d turn into someone like so selfish and cruel!"

Her acting was flawless. Had I not been reborn, I surely would have succumbed to her scheme once more, ending in my own ruin.

Fortunately, I had already witnessed the true extent of her malice. I felt no lingering compassion for her. I understood that I needed to sever ties instantly, or she would find some other method to entangle me.

By then, the nurses had already moved Mom into the operating theater.

Suddenly, however, an unfamiliar nurse rushed toward us from out of nowhere. With only a cursory glance at Isaac, she declared that his state was far more critical than my mother's.

"What? Isaac swallowed a blade? Then he needs surgery right away! His condition is even more critical than that car accident patient just now. He can’t wait any longer!"

She immediately called for someone to take him into the operating room, but I stopped her on the spot. "How can you be so sure he swallowed a blade just by looking at him?" I demanded, my grip tight on her wrist.

Corinne stared at me in shock. "Jazzlyn! What are you doing? Are you actually stopping Isaac from getting medical treatment? Are you even human? Just because your mom’s life matters, Isaac’s life doesn’t?"

The nurse, Jody Grant, avoided my gaze. I ignored Corinne completely. All she wanted was attention. She thrived on saying things like this to draw everyone’s focus in the ER.

I spoke calmly, "You said Isaac accidentally swallowed a blade. Do you have any proof? Has he had any scans done to confirm it? You also said you went to several hospitals and none had a doctor who could operate. Do you really think anyone would believe that?

"My mom was in a highway crash. She has multiple broken ribs. Are you saying that’s less serious than Isaac’s condition?

"First come, first served. I’m not giving up the surgery slot. And don’t even think about interfering.

"As for you, Jody—wherever you came from—if you keep causing trouble, I’m calling the police."

In my previous life, I had been too panicked over Mom’s accident. I hadn’t questioned a single word about Isaac swallowing a blade or her demand that I give up the surgery.

Now that I thought about it, the entire situation was full of holes.

How could two emergencies happen at the exact same time, and the only surgeon available just happened to be Dad?

There was Jody who randomly appeared out of nowhere to stir things up, as well as the police who took people away without checking the facts.

The fake cause of death for Isaac… how did he fake his death and disappear?

These questions circled in my mind, each one more unsettling than the last.

This couldn’t be a coincidence. Someone had carefully orchestrated all of this to trap me. There was no way my family would just coincidentally fall apart like that.

No way I would end up dead, leaving everything to Grant.

This time, I would not fall into the trap again. I would break it.

Corinne and Jody were both stunned into silence by my words.

Corinne awkwardly took Isaac to get examined, looking for a doctor to assess his condition.

I stood firmly outside Mom’s operating room, not letting anyone get close. I didn’t expect Jody to come running back in a panic shortly after that.

She gripped Isaac’s critical condition notice in her hand.

"Something’s wrong! The patient has gone into shock and is in critical condition. Get Dr. Brennan out here immediately!"

"No! There’s a surgery in progress. What right do you have to pull the surgeon out?" Jody tried to shove past me, ready to rush in and drag him out.

"Isaac is about to die, and you’re still blocking me from getting the doctor. Are you trying to get him killed?" She glared at me fiercely, as if the situation on the other side was truly more critical than the one inside the operating room.

I let out a cold laugh and said flatly, "Isaac isn’t going to die. Stop lying. You and I both know he doesn’t have anything wrong with him."

Shock and disbelief flashed across her face. Then she raised her voice and shouted toward the operating room, trying to get Dad to stop the surgery and come out.

Earlier, Dad had stepped out once to tell me how long the operation would take. I had looked him straight in the eye and told him that he had to finish Mom’s surgery.

No matter who called him, no matter what the situation was, he was not to come out. He didn’t know what was going on, but he still agreed.

In my previous life, I clearly remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be on the night shift that day, yet he had been there.

Later, I found out someone had swapped shifts with him, which was why he ended up on duty.

Even though I had let Isaac take the surgery slot back then, Dad told me afterward that Isaac had never even entered the operating room.

When he went into the prep room to get ready for surgery, he suddenly blacked out and lost consciousness. When he came to, the operating room was empty.

Then came the news that Isaac had died, and the police immediately showed up to take people in for questioning. At that moment, I finally understood Corinne’s plan, and I knew exactly how to deal with her.

I forcefully pulled Jody away, afraid she would try to interfere with the surgery again.

Suddenly, a piercing wail echoed through the ER lobby. Corinne had already taken out her phone and started a livestream, claiming that Isaac had died because he had missed the surgery.

The moment she saw me, she went hysterical, turning the camera straight at me.

"It’s her! She’s the one who bribed the doctor and stole Isaac’s surgery slot! Isaac swallowed a blade and was coughing up blood. Despite him being in critical condition, she still refused to let him have the surgery!

"She used money to manipulate the doctor and got Isaac killed! He’s lying in the morgue right now!"

Corinne cried her heart out, accusing me while playing the victim.

With the sensational headline and her performance, the livestream’s viewer count exploded within seconds.

The moment I appeared on camera, the number of viewers shot past 100,000. Comments and virtual gifts flooded the screen. The chat was filled with insults directed at me.

"What kind of person does this? Stealing a child’s chance at surgery… Absolutely disgusting!"

"The kid was coughing up blood with the blade stuck in his airway, and this evil woman caused his death. What a tragedy!"

I stood calmly in front of Corinne, looking straight at her without a hint of panic. "I never realized you were such a good actress. After more than ten years as my best friend, this is how you stab me in the back?

"Mom was in a car accident an hour ago. Glass pierced her chest, and her ribs are broken. Are you saying that’s less serious than Isaac’s condition?

"And we were here first. Everyone here can testify to that. What right do you have to frame me?"

Corinne was shaken by my composure. She didn’t know how to respond. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her whole body trembled.

Refusing to give her a chance to speak, I immediately turned to the camera and held up the news report about the car accident.