My sister-in-law, Hannah Martinez, was eight months pregnant when someone shoved her to the ground. Due to the heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital.

I happened to drive past, but I rolled up my window and pretended I saw nothing, pressing down on the gas pedal.

In my previous life, I had immediately taken Hannah to the hospital when I saw her pass out from the blood loss. However, the situation was critical. After the severe bleeding, she developed an amniotic fluid embolism.

My wife, Lauren Martinez, was the best obstetrician in the city. I called her, begging her to hurry to the hospital. Yet, she thought I was throwing a tantrum out of jealousy because she was having dinner with her first love, Isaac Poole, and his family. She believed I was using Hannah's emergency to force her to come back.

By the time her family finally arrived, Hannah had already died from the failed treatment of the amniotic fluid embolism. Her entire family blamed me for Hannah's death, convinced that I had deliberately caused Lauren to misunderstand and let Hannah die.

My brother-in-law, Jacob Turner, who rushed back from out of town, believed their lies. In his overwhelming grief, he hacked me to death with a knife at Hannah's funeral.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hannah was pushed and started bleeding out.

My mind went blank for a moment. As the traffic light turned red, I instinctively hit the brakes and stopped at the intersection.

Screams and shouts came from the sidewalk.

"Someone call 911! A pregnant woman fell, and she's bleeding badly!"

My hand immediately gripped the door handle. However, the moment I started to push the door open, images flooded my mind:

My wife, Lauren Martinez, and her family pointing their fingers at me, cursing and blaming me for causing Hannah Martinez's death. I clutched my stomach, suddenly remembering how my brother-in-law, Jacob Turner, hacked me into a bloody mess.

The phantom pain made every muscle in my body ache and throb.

I pulled my hand back. When the light turned green, I stepped on the gas and drove off.

To make sure her family would not have the chance to blame me again, I went straight to my mother-in-law's house instead.

"Mom, Lauren's working late tonight, so I brought you some fish," I said as I walked in.

I pretended not to notice Gina Hopper's flustered expression as she quickly ended her video call.

"Charles, you're here–" Just as she started, her words were cut off by her phone ringing.

She picked it up, and her face went pale as tears instantly welled up in her eyes. Her legs went weak, and she practically crawled toward me.

"Quick, we need to get to the hospital... Hannah fell!"

Even though I already knew this would happen, I faked a shocked expression and helped Gina into the car. Then, I drove as fast as I could to the maternity hospital where Lauren worked.

Since I had not interfered in the matter in this life, a passerby had called the ambulance and sent Hannah to the hospital. By the time we arrived, Hannah was already in the operating room.

"Family members, please sign here. The patient is thirty-two weeks pregnant and has severe bleeding from the fall, so we need to perform an emergency C-section."

Just like in my past life, Gina signed with trembling hands.

I said to Gina, "Lauren is the best obstetrician in the city, and she's on shift tonight. Just to be safe, I'll call her over."

Gina hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

I called Lauren three times in a row, but no one answered. "Mom, Lauren might be busy. I'll go to her department and find her."

Gina's eyes flickered as she nodded at me. However, the moment I walked away, she called Lauren herself.

I knew Lauren was not at the hospital at all, so of course, I was not going to waste my energy looking for her. Instead, I stood in the stairwell, watching Gina dial Lauren's number repeatedly, her expression shifting from calm to anxious to desperate as tears streamed down her face.

I smirked. Could not help it.

She had no idea that her precious daughter had put her phone on silent so she could spend some time with her first love, Isaac Poole.

Before I arrived, Lauren had just finished a video call with Gina, just to make sure her mother would keep me around a little longer and not bother her while she was out with Isaac.

Watching Gina pace around like a cat on a hot tin roof, I deliberately jogged back, panting for breath.

"Mom, Lauren's coworkers say she's not working late today, and she won't pick up my calls either!"

A flash of guilt crossed Gina's face, but she still covered for Lauren. "She probably got called out somewhere. If you can't reach her, just try again in a bit."

Just then, Lauren's uncle, Patrick Martinez, along with Hannah's in-laws, arrived at the hospital.

When Patrick saw me, his expression instantly hardened. "Where's Lauren? Isn't she an obstetrician? What are you doing here, just standing around? Why haven't you called her over yet?"

Patrick was my late father-in-law's older brother. After his death, Patrick had taken charge of all Martinez family matters, big and small.

In my last life, when the doctor announced Hannah's death, I was still in shock when Patrick slapped me twice across the face. "You're Hannah's brother-in-law! You're supposed to look after her as family! How could you just let her die?!"

This time, I was not going to give him the chance.

I gave a bitter smile and said, "Patrick, I can't reach Lauren. She told me this morning she would be working late, but when I went looking for her, her coworkers said she never came to the hospital today. She won't even answer my calls."

Gina opened her mouth slightly but ultimately said nothing.

"Are you stupid? If she's not picking up, keep calling! You're pathetic!" snapped Patrick.

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed one call after another. Finally, on the tenth attempt, the call connected.

I immediately put it on speakerphone. "Honey..."

"Are you out of your mind?! Why do you keep calling me? I told you I'm working late! I'm very busy, so don't bother me!"

"Honey, Hannah just fell, and she's bleeding badly. She's still in the operating room right now... You're not even at the hospital. Where are you?"

There was a pause on the other end. Then, a man's sarcastic voice came through.

"Wow! Charles doesn't trust you, huh? He went all the way to the hospital to check on you? Lauren, your coworkers won't get the wrong idea, will they?

"Charles, come on, man... If you've got something to say, talk to your wife straight up. Don't go around cursing her sister just because you're jealous. That's twisted."

"No, that's not true... Lauren, I'm serious! Hannah's really in surgery, you can even..."

"Enough! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable. How could Hannah fall at her in-laws' place? Stop being so dramatic. You're jealous again, huh? You just had to show up at my workplace to make a scene? If this mess costs me my year-end evaluation, I swear I won't forgive you!"

Before I could say anything else, she hung up.

The area outside the operating room, which had been filled with whispered conversations, fell silent.

I gave a bitter smile and feigned hurt.

Gina avoided my gaze, and Patrick's face twitched with guilt, though he said nothing. Meanwhile, Hannah's in-laws looked at me with disgust, exchanging heavy sighs.

Just then, the operating room doors burst open.

A nurse rushed out with an anxious look on her face and said, "The patient has an amniotic fluid embolism! You're Dr. Martinez's family... Can someone contact her right away?"

My eyes flickered slightly. Everything was unfolding just as it had in my past life.

Gina's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor. Patrick could no longer pretend to be calm and quickly called Lauren.

He muttered, under his breath, "It's fine... Everything is going to be fine... Lauren is the best obstetrician, and she's saved several patients with amniotic fluid embolisms before. She'll definitely save Hannah!"

The golden window to treat an amniotic fluid embolism lasted barely 15 minutes. It was literally doctors racing against death itself.

Over the past three years, Lauren had saved five patients with amniotic fluid embolism and had failed only once. Due to this success rate, she rose and became the head obstetrician at Mercy Hospital for Women.

When Patrick's call was connected, he desperately rambled, "Lauren, get to the hospital now! Hannah has an amniotic fluid embolism, and only you can save her!"

There were sounds of kids laughing and shouting on the other end of the line, glasses clinking, and adults chatting in the background.

"Uncle Patrick, did you lose your mind too? Are you seriously playing along with Charles' crazy act? Enough is enough! I spend every single day of the year taking care of him. I just wanted one peaceful day to myself, and you can't even let me have that?

"Isaac and I don't have anything going on. His family just came back to visit, and I'm having dinner with them. So please stop calling me!"

Patrick panicked. "Lauren, I'm not lying! Hannah is in a dire state. She has an amniotic fluid embolism, and only you can save her now! I'm begging you–please come back, or you'll regret it!"

"I'd only regret it if I went back!" Lauren's voice came out emotionless.

Hearing Lauren's voice, Gina broke down and grabbed the phone, sobbing, "Lauren, Patrick isn't lying to you! Hannah really is in trouble! Even if you don't believe Charles or Patrick, you'll believe me, won't you? Come back right now!"

I sighed inwardly. To me, Gina was not a good person. After all, she knew Lauren was cheating, but she still helped in hiding it. Nonetheless, to Hannah, she was a good mother.

"Lauren, did you hear that? Your own mother wouldn't lie to you! Why aren't you coming back?" Patrick practically shouted in frustration.

"Mom, you..." Lauren's voice wavered with hesitation.

"Ahh! My eye! My eye!"

A man's pained cry rang out, accompanied by an adult scolding a child.

"How could you shoot a marble at your uncle's face like that?"

Suddenly, Lauren's concerned voice came through the phone. "Isaac, does it hurt? Don't move. I'm a doctor, let me take a look!"

Then, her voice turned urgent yet ice-cold as she spoke into the phone. "Mom, stop fooling around. Even if what you're saying is true, it doesn't matter. I've had quite a bit to drink and can't drive. I can't make it back."

With that, she hung up.

The phone slipped from Gina's hands and hit the floor with a sharp crack. Then, she dropped to her knees, her head hitting the ground as she lay there motionless.

Patrick sank beside her, tears streaming down his face. "What happened to her? How could she become like this? How can she ignore her family for some man? She's a demon!"

I helped Gina to her feet and saw the red mark swelling on her forehead from where she had hit the ground. I almost pitied her. Almost.

Still, I could not feel sorry for her. After all, in my past life, she had played her part in driving me to my death.

I did not know how much time had passed when the operating room doors opened again.

"I'm sorry. We did everything we could."

Hannah and her baby were both gone. Gina seemed like a shell of herself, refusing to eat or drink, only clutching Hannah's clothes and crying.

Patrick was furious and repeated the entire hospital ordeal to every relative, cursing Lauren as a monster.

When Hannah's in-laws learned about the news, they broke down sobbing. Jacob rushed back from out of town that same day. The moment he saw his dead wife and son, his face twisted in anguish, and his eyes turned bloodshot.