The day I win a brand-new BMW, I suddenly receive a call from myself, ten years in the future.

"Kieran will ask to borrow your car in a bit. And whatever you do, do not lend it to him. He intends to use it to pay off his gambling debt."

Even with such an impossibility happening to me, I do not doubt a thing. When Kieran asks for my keys, I shut him down at once.

That very night, he drives his old beater car to visit our parents. Along the way, he loses control of the car and collides with another vehicle.

Just like that, he slips into a coma.

The guilt hit me so hard that I eventually pass out. Mom and Dad stay by my side day and night until I can stand on my own two feet again.

But the future version of me sounds cold when she calls again. "They only want to push you onto an operating table. They want your heart to save him!"

Growing suspicious, I check their bags and find a donor report.

Rage burns through me. I immediately block them on all platforms and throw them out of my home.

When news that Kieran dies from blood loss arrives, I learn that they only ever needed my blood—not my heart.

I try to find them to tell them the truth and apologize for my mistake.

But the mysterious phone rings again.

"They hate you because Kieran died. If you go to them now, they will drag you into a suicide pact."

I freeze at the revelation, then tell my future myself that I will wait until they calm down.

Later, I learn that a thief breaks into their home and kills them.

I try to rush over and see them one last time, but a truck hits me and kills me on the spot.

I die without ever understanding why the version of me from ten years in the future wanted me dead.

When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I won the prize.

"Evangeline, listen to me. Kieran will ask to borrow your car soon. You must not let him take it from you. He only wants it to pay off his debt."

My own voice reaches my ear out of nowhere. I shook so hard that my phone slipped from my hand.

"Ms. Evangeline Parker, congratulations! You've just won yourself a brand-new BMW!"

I stared at the staff member holding out the keys to me. At that moment, I knew I had come back to the day I first received that call from my future self.

The woman on the phone, who claimed to be me from ten years in the future, warned me not to say yes when Kieran asked for the car.

At first, I did not believe it. Her number looked the same as mine, but I thought someone was only playing a prank on me.

But then she said things about me that no one else knew. She named every secret I ever hid. Thus, I had no choice but to believe she really was the future me.

She swore that Kieran would take my BMW and hand it over to the collectors to clear his debt.

So when he'd called to borrow it, I shut him down and immediately said no.

However, I never expected him to drive his beat-up old car to see our parents that night. I also didn't expect him to lose control and get hit while on the road.

Just like that, he ended up in a coma.

The report stated that his old car had fallen apart because it was worn out. A new car would have kept him safe.

Kieran had gotten hurt because I did not lend him mine.

After hearing the news, I cried until I passed out. I blamed myself for not giving him my car when I easily could have. I blamed myself for the accident.

My parents stayed with me throughout the day and night. They pulled me back from the brink of darkness.

After my mood finally started to lift, the phone rang again, and all I heard was cold mockery on the other end of the line.

"They're faking it. I thought they'd truly cared for me, so I never watched out for the drugged soup. When I woke up next, they had me strapped to an operating table. They'd planned to take my heart for Kieran all along."

Growing suspicious, I followed the clues that my future self had given me. I searched their bags, and sure enough, found a donor form.

Rage filled me whole. I threw Mom and Dad out of my home.

They knocked on my door all night long, but I refused to open the door.

Later, I learned that Kieran had died. It seemed he did not have enough blood to keep him alive.

As it turned out, they only ever needed my blood.

I was drowning in guilt and wanted to tell my parents everything—but the phone rang again.

"This time, you have to listen to me. Mom and Dad blame you for Kieran's death. They do not want to live anymore. If you show up now, they will only pull you into a suicide pact."

Thus, I stopped myself. I told myself that I would wait until they calmed down so we could talk.

But that night, a thief broke into my home and killed my parents, who had already lost all hope.

My heart twisted in anguish when I heard the news. I tried to rush over to see them one last time, but a truck hit me on the way over and killed me where I lay.

Right before I died, the phone rang again. I heard the woman laugh through the speakers, sounding dark and ominous.

This time around, I planned to take control of my own fate. I would not let my past life repeat itself.

My thoughts snapped back to reality. I ignored every warning from my future self and sent a text instead.

"Kieran, I just won a BMW. Since you love cars, do you want to take it for a spin these next few days?"

Kieran rushed over when he heard that I'd won a car. He stared at the new ride like he could not bear to look away.

"Congrats, Evangeline!"

"You made it, Kieran. Come on. Take it out for a spin." I nudged his shoulder and pushed him into the driver's seat.

He cautiously slid into the driver's side. The moment his hand touched the wheel, his eyes lit up.

He kept whispering, "This is such a great car."

I watched Kieran cling to the car as if it were his one true joy. The memory of his crash in my last life hit me hard, so I handed him the keys.

"Evangeline, what are you doing?" He looked shocked.

I smiled at him. "Take it, Kieran. Your old car has been around forever. It's about time you got yourself a new one."

Kieran looked embarrassed, but he never stopped touching the wheel.

"You won this. I shouldn't be the one driving it."

"It's cool. After all, we're family. Why act like strangers? A great car should go to someone who actually appreciates cars, right?"

After hearing that, he finally accepted my offer. "Alright, then."

He drove away in the BMW with a bright smile on his face.

I'd made a different choice this time. Thus, nothing should go wrong.

But before I could relax for the night, the hospital called.

"Ms. Evangeline Parker? Your brother, Kieran Parker, was in a car accident. Please come to the hospital at once."

"An accident?" I froze at the news. "There's no way. He just switched to a new car today!"

"His condition is severe. Please hurry."

Having received the news, I reached the hospital in a daze.

I did not understand why he'd crashed again. I had made sure that he stayed away from that old car. So, how did this still happen?

My voice shook when I asked, "What happened to Kieran?"

My sister-in-law, Brielle Bauer, arrived before I did. She cried so hard that her voice broke.

When she heard the sound of my voice, she charged at me and grabbed my throat. "You bring bad luck!

"Had he not dragged himself out of that wreck and been seen by someone passing by, my newborn kid would've been left fatherless!"

"Ma'am, please calm down."

The nurses pulled her away and explained, "Mr. Kieran Parker drove on a mountain road. He went off the cliff. When the ambulance arrived, they only saw a few pieces of the car on the side of the road. The rest fell down the cliff.

"He was covered in blood, and his face was so bruised that it was hard to recognize him. We used an ID that fell nearby to confirm his identity."

"His car is brand new. It should not have caused any problems." My voice shook.

Brielle's anger toward me only grew. "You know he loves cars. If you did not push him to try the BMW out, would he have crashed at all?"

Did I inadvertently hurt Kieran again? But how?

The doctor said, "The new car is vastly different from what he usually drives. He may have misjudged its speed when he took the turn. That caused him to lose control of the vehicle and drive off the cliff."

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My legs almost gave out beneath me.

"How could it be? I saved him by keeping him away from that old wreck," I thought.

But in turn, he'd fallen off a mountain cliff because I wanted him to try out the new car.

Did my stubborn choice put him in danger again?

Dad stood nearby. "This is not your fault. You only wanted him to drive something safe."

Mom held me close. "He was treated right away and is out of danger now. He will get better."

I cried in her arms until I could not seem to breathe properly.

Mom and Dad worried that I would drown in guilt, so they watched over me day and night. They kept checking on me, their concern for me clear in their actions.

Their loving warmth gradually helped me calm down, and my mood slowly lifted.

During this time, I suddenly remembered how things had unfolded in my last life, and that the mysterious person would soon warn me to watch out for Mom and Dad.

I never pressed the accept button, but the call somehow connected on its own. "Evangeline, I am sad that Kieran got hurt, too, but this is not your fault.

"Trust me on this one. Do not drink that soup. They want to take you to the hospital and cut out your heart for him."

That day, Mom brought me some mushroom soup.

I pulled out the donor form I'd found in Dad's bag and immediately asked, "Are you planning to have me donate blood to Kieran?"

Mom's hand froze in the air. She looked at me, then at Dad.

Dad looked guilty as he said, "Evangeline, you faint at the sight of blood. We were only worried about you."

I cut him off, saying, "I want to do it! I may faint at the mere sight of blood, but his life matters more."

In my last life, my refusal had caused Kieran to miss the best window to receive a blood transfusion.

In this life, however, all I needed to do was cooperate, and he would be fine.

Thus, I signed my name on the form without thinking twice.

Mom looked at me with tears in her eyes as she said, "You've matured, Evangeline. You've become so thoughtful."

This time around, Mom and Dad took me to the hospital to donate my blood.

When I woke up after the procedure, I felt sore everywhere.

As soon as I got out of bed, I started coughing nonstop, and I even hacked up several clots of blood.

Knowing that it was blood, I looked away right away. But my head spun from the sudden movement.

Was my immune system always so weak? Why had a simple blood donation affected me this deeply?

Before I figured it out, the door slammed open.

It was Brielle. She charged in and started shouting at me, "You murderer! You killed Kieran!"

"How did he die? He received my blood. He should've been fine!" My mind went blank at that.

I couldn't understand why things still ended the same way they had in my last life. I'd obeyed Mom and Dad and done the blood donation instead of listening to the calls, yet I still could not stop Kieran from dying.

Brielle ignored my confusion. "Stop pretending. You did it on purpose! You have HIV, yet you still let them use your blood on him.

"He received blood with a virus. The complication killed him on the spot! Why would you do this? Is it because he drove your BMW and damaged it? How could you be this cruel?"

"HIV? Me? Impossible!" I thought.

"I did no such thing! I would never hurt Kieran," I tried to explain.

She screamed back, "Liar! How did he die, then?

"Evangeline, you never learn until you hit a wall. I will test it right now," Brielle shouted as she grabbed my blood sample and stormed off to get it checked.

After a while, she came back in a rage and slapped me across the face. "Here is your proof! Let's see how you deny it now!"

I covered my swelling cheek and stared at the test sheet that she'd just thrown at me.

The blood I donated to Kieran had indeed tested positive for HIV.

My eyes went wide in shock.

I lived a clean lifestyle. Every test I ever took was perfect. How could I suddenly have contracted HIV?

Brielle grew even more unhinged in her insults. She kicked and hit me over and over again. "He treated you like a treasure since you were little, yet you did this to him! He won't rest in peace because of you!"

Pain tore through me. Brielle's words echoed in my head.

"Did I really kill Kieran?" I asked myself.

"Enough! Brielle, Kieran is gone now. Stop blaming Evangeline. Go home!"

Brille uttered one last cruel insult my way. "I wouldn't touch you even if I had gloves on! You dirty thing!"

In the end, after my parents begged her to stop, Brielle shot me a hateful glare and finally left to deal with Kieran's funeral.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Mom."

Guilt crushed me like a tidal wave. I felt like the worst person to have ever lived.

"I never wanted to hurt Kieran. I only wanted to save him. I don't know why the test says that I have HIV."

I kept apologizing.

Mom shook her head and pulled me into her arms. "No more of this, Evangeline. Come home for dinner."

Yet again, the phone rang, and my own voice drifted out of the speaker.

"You killed Kieran. They hate your very existence now. If you go home, they will end their lives and take you with them."