Although the firefighters arrived, the late call meant that while Bella was rescued, her condition was dire. Her leg was black and purple and they had to amputate it higher up than in my previous life.

This time, it was Bella who would have to face the daily discomfort of her injury.

Mrs. Grace, furious, came to confront me, brazenly accusing, "It’s your fault for not helping that caused Bella to lose her leg! You’re the one who harmed her! Why didn’t you save her? You should have gone to help her first, or else my daughter-in-law wouldn’t have lost her leg."

I suddenly realized that Mrs. Grace must have also been reborn, just like me. She must have returned around the same time I did, otherwise, she wouldn’t have managed to escape from that burning car.

I looked at her expressionlessly and said, "I just chose not to get involved. Besides, your daughter-in-law didn’t die, didn’t she? Isn’t it a good thing she survived?"

She went wild, lunging at me and shouting, "You’re the one who saved her and it’s you who lost a leg! If not for you, Bella wouldn’t have lost her leg! It’s your fault!"

My fault?

It was truly laughable. It was the first time I’d heard such a thing.

I slammed the door shut, letting her plump body slam against it. Hearing her cries of pain from the outside, I felt a sense of satisfaction. "Your whole family is ungrateful. Why should I save her? You’re all disgusting!"

If only they had visited me in my past life or offered some comfort, I wouldn’t have spent my last days in misery and ended up dying tragically.

I could have had a bright future, but I sacrificed it for an ungrateful person. It wasn’t worth it.

Seeing that I wouldn’t open the door despite her commotion outside, Mrs. Grace threatened, “When my son comes back, I’ll have him deal with you! Just wait!”

I shrugged. “Feel free to come anytime!”

Furious, Mrs. Grace kicked the door several times.

I didn’t call the police. Reporting her would only result in a warning. What’s the point of that?

She would still come, knowing that the police wouldn’t do much and would only escalate her harassment. If we’re going to play, let’s play big! I wanted to make sure her entire family got the punishment they deserved, especially Mrs. Grace’s son. He’s nothing but a brute.

After Mrs. Grace left, I called my parents. In my past life, the last thing I saw was their pained faces. To avoid worrying them, I hadn’t told them about this incident. They had worked hard all their lives and couldn’t handle more distress. I had planned to tell them later but I never got the chance.

On the other end of the line, I heard my parents' voices.

"Alexa, are you eating well? Your dad and I worry about you being alone in the big city. Whenever you want to come home, just let us know."

My eyes moistened as I nodded. "I know. I just miss you. I'll come back in a little while."

My parents were very happy.

I was also very happy. In my past life, I thought that a big city would offer better opportunities, but it ended up being my final resting place.

I had decided that once this matter was resolved, I would go back. Having a healthy body and being with family was more important than anything else. I never wanted to see my parents' tearful faces again.

I was unsure what Carter would do when he returned. His entire family was known for their bad behavior. Not only did the old lady and Bella like to take advantage of others, but Carter was just as bad. Even if caught, he would never admit to his wrongdoings.

The electric car fire was caused by Carter’s greed. He had stolen an incompatible charger. Their entire neighborhood had been raided by Carter’s family and it was unclear which charger he had used.

In their minds, the whole world should cater to their needs and desires. That’s why Mrs. Grace thought my actions in my previous life were meddlesome and now accused me of being indifferent to someone’s plight.

Fearing that Carter might do something outrageous upon his return, I decided to stay with a close friend for a few days.

Upon hearing about my story, my best friend was furious and said, “I can’t believe there are such shameless people. This is really eye-opening!”

We decided to buy a bunch of surveillance cameras immediately. Since I lived in a single unit per floor, if anything did happen, we would be able to catch it on camera.

Time was tight and the task was urgent. I took out my valuable items and worked until after 8 PM.

My best friend and I went out for a bowl of spicy hot pot. As soon as we entered the restaurant, we saw a video of the electric car fire playing on the big screen. Bella’s face was blurred, but her injuries were visible as the firefighters carried her out.

Not only was the news on TV, but even small reporters and video bloggers were spreading the story. The video also popped up on our phones, including footage of bloggers personally visiting the hospital. Bella’s distressing situation was visible in high definition, making it accessible to everyone.

In the blogger's video, Mrs. Grace cried while telling viewers how pitiful Bella was. She showed photos of Bella when she was healthy, saying, "This is how Bella used to be. She was fine then, but now she’s lost a leg. Only I, an old woman, am here to take care of her. I just hope she suffers less."

Many people left comments asking for her address and contact details.

Unlike in the past, Mrs. Grace now presented herself as a kind and gentle mother-in-law, showing no disdain for her daughter-in-law. In the video, she claimed that her abilities were limited and pleaded with viewers to contribute whatever they could to help Bella.

People online felt very sorry for her situation. As a result, the hospital was crowded with visitors every day.

Money kept flowing in and they had plenty of fruits and various supplements. Mrs. Grace and Bella loved taking advantage of such opportunities. When reporters came by, they welcomed them all, making their situation even more public.

That's fine with me. The more the public praised them, the harder they would fall when the truth came out. A few days later, Carter returned.

My friend and I checked the camera footage at my door. Around eleven or twelve at night, Carter came to my place, banging on the door and threatening me when he heard no response from inside.

He repeated what Mrs. Grace had said, blaming me for Bella's leg and claiming I was fully responsible. He demanded not only medical expenses but also compensation for emotional distress. If I didn’t pay up, he threatened to come and pound on my door every day.

I took this video and saved it for future use. In my past life, after Carter knew I was disabled and home alone, he took advantage of my limited mobility and brazenly followed me into the house. He searched the entire house for valuable items and threatened to reveal the secrets of my bank card.

At that time, he had lost all his money and was in urgent need of cash. But how could my money cover his losses? Carter then set his sights on me. He arranged for different men to come over at night. Although I had become disabled, he still saw some appeal in me and harbored the idea of using me to make money.

He saw that I was unable to move easily and didn't take many precautions, only confiscating my phone. While he was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone, I crawled over and smashed a vase over his head. Taking advantage of his daze, I retrieved the phone he had hidden and called the police.

Finally, Carter was arrested. Mrs. Grace and Bella came to my door and yelled at me from outside, calling me a destructive vixen. In this life, it wasn't me who was disabled but Bella. Mrs. Grace, a rare and devoted mother-in-law, became an internet sensation.

However, none of them knew how to do live streaming. Otherwise, I believed they would have exploited the sympathy of netizens to make money. Many netizens highly praised Mrs. Grace, with some saying that Bella's good fortune in having such a loyal mother-in-law must be the result of past-life merits. Some streamers even interviewed them for live broadcasts.