That move just now left the people who had been criticizing me completely stunned.

"What the… is he out of his mind? He can’t even swim! What was he thinking, jumping in like that? Isn’t that just making things worse?"

"No wonder his wife tried to stop him earlier. He just wanted to play the hero and forgot he didn’t even have the ability!"

"Enough with the sarcasm! Can any of you swim? Someone go save them, now!"

At the scene, there were only a few elderly folks around, barely able to stand without help.

If there had been anyone capable nearby, Jeremiah wouldn’t have been the one to jump.

Watching the two of them about to sink, my son finally panicked.

"You’re just going to stand there and let Dad and Aunt Savannah drown? Go save them!"

I looked at him, my gaze cold. "Why don’t you go?"

He stomped his foot in frustration. "You know I can’t swim!"

Watching Jeremiah bob in and out of the water, I let out a cold laugh.

"You can still save someone even if you can’t swim. Just like your dad, so brave, so manly."

My words left my son stunned. He could only pace back and forth along the water’s edge, anxious and helpless.

"Aunt Savannah, don’t be scared! I’ll find a way to save you!"

I had no interest in continuing this pitiful little drama. Instead, I lowered my head and began searching.

According to my memories from my past life, today was the day Lilith Guerrero from Guerrero Group would take a walk here and accidentally drop one of her earrings.

It wasn’t just valuable, it was a keepsake from her grandfather, something deeply sentimental.

Lilith had offered a two-million reward. In the past, a child eventually found it buried beneath a sandcastle.

But now, having lived one more life, I was naturally a step ahead of everyone else.

Soon enough, I unearthed the sky-blue earring and tucked it safely away.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah and Savannah were dragged ashore, both collapsing onto the ground like lifeless fish.

Savannah coughed up several mouthfuls of filthy water, then spat furiously in the direction of the unconscious Jeremiah.

"Damn it! How can someone be this stupid? Dumber than a pig! He almost got me killed!"

"If you can’t swim, then stay on land and watch! God, what a burden!"

My son rushed over with my sun jacket and gently draped it over Savannah’s shoulders.

"Aunt Savannah, please don’t be upset. You have to understand how my dad felt. He was terrified something might happen to you."

"Even though he can’t swim, he still jumped in. That just shows how important you are to him."

Savannah had just crawled back from the edge of death and had no patience left. She shot him a glare and stormed off in a huff.

Only when she completely disappeared from view did my son finally pull his gaze away.

"Dad, Aunt Savannah’s gone. Stop pretending... Dad? Dad?"

No matter how loudly he called, Jeremiah kept his eyes tightly shut.

His belly was grotesquely swollen, as if it might burst, and filthy water trickled endlessly from the corners of his mouth.

"Mom, come look! What’s wrong with Dad?!"

With nowhere else to turn, my son finally remembered me.

I answered flatly, "It’s nothing. He’s probably just asleep."

"Really?"

He looked half-convinced, but someone nearby had already dialed for an ambulance, just in case.

When they lifted Jeremiah onto the stretcher, he stirred.

"Sa… Savannah…"

Still calling for Savannah. He didn’t even realize yet that he’d never walk again in this lifetime.

I spoke gently, "She’s fine. She went home by herself."

Only then did Jeremiah seem to relax, his eyes slowly drifting shut, as if he had nothing left to worry about.

As the ambulance pulled away, my son suddenly turned to me.

"Aren’t you going to the hospital with Dad?"

I glanced around.

More and more people had arrived, all searching for the earring. Lilith herself would show up soon.

"No time."

"No time?"

My son’s eyes widened in disbelief. "He’s your husband! How can you be so heartless?"

"And he acted bravely today. He’s a hero..."

"He’s not my hero."

I waved my hand dismissively.

"If you want to go, then go by yourself. Don’t lecture me. You have no right."

My son opened his mouth, wanting to speak again, but when he recalled the slap from earlier, he fell silent.

A dozen minutes later, crowds flooded in from every direction.

Lilith arrived, flanked by several bodyguards, her face tense with worry.

"Whoever finds my earring, I’ll transfer two million on the spot. Please, help me!"

The crowd scattered instantly, searching frantically. Lilith and her bodyguards joined the search themselves.

I approached her and calmly took out the earring I had found earlier.

"Miss Guerrero, I picked this up just now. I’m not sure if it’s the one you lost."

Lilith looked up. Her expression shifted from disbelief to elation, then suddenly collapsed into tears.

"It’s mine, it’s mine! This is the earring my grandfather left me... I thought I’d never see it again…"

Curses erupted from every direction.

"Damn it, she found it that fast? Just our luck!"

"Two million, gone just like that! I was counting on that to pay off my mortgage."

"Guess luck wasn’t with us today. Let’s go, let’s go."

Lilith gradually calmed down, then grabbed my hand, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Thank you so much! Give me your bank details, I’ll transfer the money right now!"

I smiled and shook my head. "Miss Guerrero, I don’t want the money."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "It’s two million, are you sure you don’t want it?"

I nodded firmly.

If I took that money, knowing Jeremiah’s family, they would cling to it like leeches for the rest of their lives.

Just the thought of that mess gave me a headache.

It was better to use this moment to change my life entirely.

"I just want a job, Miss Guerrero. A chance to prove myself."

Lilith’s expression shifted, her eyes instantly cautious.

"Alright. But let me be clear, I won’t give you special treatment just because of the earring. You understand what I mean, right?"

I nodded. "I understand."

After leaving my phone number, Lilith departed with her bodyguards.

I hailed a taxi and headed to the hospital. Jeremiah’s parents were already there waiting.

"Where have you been?"

Jeremiah’s father questioned coldly.

My son stood beside him, looking smug, clearly eager to see me get scolded.

"I had something to take care of."

"And what could possibly be more important than your husband’s life? Do you even realize he’s still in the ER, fighting for every breath?"

My mother-in-law stormed over and grabbed me by the collar.

"You knew he couldn’t swim! Why did you let him jump in? Why didn’t you stop him?!"

I answered calmly, "I did try to stop him."

"No, you didn’t!"

Suddenly, my son stepped forward.

"You’re the one who told Dad to save Aunt Savannah! You said a real man shouldn’t be a coward!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, his eyes burning with defiance, daring me to deny it.

My chest tightened, the pain sharper than when my oxygen tube had been torn out.

I truly couldn’t understand what I had done so wrong to deserve this kind of hatred from my own son?

"What more is there to say? You’re just waiting for my son to die so you can snatch the inheritance and run off to remarry, aren’t you?!"

My mother-in-law’s voice rose in fury before her hand struck my face with a sharp slap.

I didn’t flinch. I raised my hand and slapped her back, even harder.

She froze, one hand pressed to her cheek, eyes wide in disbelief.

Ever since I married Jeremiah, I had endured, swallowed my pride, and worked myself to the bone, so much so that they all thought I was someone easy to trample on.

She never imagined that even in death, I still had this strength left in me.

"Diana, how dare you strike your elders? Don’t you have any manners or proper upbringing?!"

I calmly pulled out my phone and brought up the video I had just recorded.

"Elders should be even more reasonable. Just because you’ve lived a few more years doesn’t mean you can act without restraint."

To his credit, my father-in-law remained composed. He snatched the phone and began watching.

The video captured everything. I was the one giving Jeremiah a warning that he couldn’t swim, urging him to think of me and our child. But he had insisted on diving in.

My in-laws exchanged a glance, awkward and visibly speechless.

"Diana, this was indeed Jeremiah’s fault. But no matter what, you’re still husband and wife. You can’t just leave him behind."

"Yes, your child is already this grown. Think about his future. Don’t act on impulse."

I knew they were just afraid of losing a free caregiver.

After waiting a while longer, the doctor finally stepped out of the operating room.

The result was exactly the same as in my previous life.

Due to prolonged oxygen deprivation, Jeremiah had suffered neurological damage. From now on, he would be confined to a wheelchair, requiring constant care.

My in-laws wailed then promptly found excuses to slip away.

They had other sons. Staying would only mean taking on more responsibility.

Jeremiah, meanwhile, behaved as if nothing had happened. He lay there, casually sending voice messages to Savannah on his phone.

"Savannah, are you okay? I’m fine, too, don’t worry about me."

"Once I’m discharged, I’ll learn how to swim. I swear this kind of thing will never happen again."

Savannah didn’t reply for a long time. Jeremiah’s face darkened with impatience before he turned to me.

"When can I be discharged?"

When Jeremiah found out he’d spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, he tore through the hospital room in a blind rage.

This time, I didn’t stop him. I simply stood in a safe corner, silently watching him destroy everything.

In the end, he had to pay the hospital a hefty compensation, nearly draining all his savings.

Back home, he trashed everything again.

My son locked himself in his room, sending messages to Savannah.

"Aunt Savannah, Dad’s really scary right now. Can you come and keep him company?"

I pretended nothing had happened and quietly served four dishes and a soup on the table.

Jeremiah slammed his hand down.

"Your man’s a cripple for life now, and you still have the nerve to sit there and eat? Did a dog eat your conscience?"

I didn’t even glance at him. I looked straight at my son. "Eat."

He threw down his utensils, more furious than Jeremiah.

"If Dad’s not eating, I’m not eating either! He’s right, you’re heartless. Aunt Savannah is way better than you."

"If she were here, she’d be comforting Dad, not just shoveling food into her mouth like you!"

I said nothing, only nodded, and calmly picked a bit of each dish for myself.

If I didn’t eat now, I might not get another chance later.

The moment he mentioned Savannah again, Jeremiah snapped.

He swept the plates and bowls off the table in one violent motion and, in the chaos, lost his balance and toppled from his wheelchair.

In my past life, I had always worried that he couldn’t take the blow, constantly giving in, only to be repaid with endless insults and abuse.

Now I understood. If I meant nothing to him, then why should I care whether he lived or died?

"Dad!"

My son rushed over, but with his small frame, he couldn’t do a thing.

"How can you still be eating?! Don’t you see Dad fell?! Why aren’t you helping?!"

I continued chewing slowly and deliberately, my full attention on the meal before me.

"Diana!"

Jeremiah roared, eyes bloodshot. "Get over here and help me up, or you’ll regret it!"

I calmly set my bowl down and pointed to the scattered food on the floor.

"This is your meal. If you don’t finish it, there won’t be a next one."