My fiancé's intern nurse bragged every day about being a brave little lamb.

She even gave a patient the wrong medication and caused an allergic reaction, yet still bragged:

"This time Charlotte only messed up one medication—I'm the most awesome little lamb!"

Until I scrolled past one of her posts:

[Brave Little Lamb On-Call Diary: Another night protected by the tattooed knight~ the little lamb is the happiest~]

The attached photo showed her punk childhood friend with a cigarette dangling from his lips, casually handling precious medication.

In my past life, after seeing this post, I immediately reported it to leadership and got Raymond James banned from the hospital.

That night, when Charlotte Cooley was on duty alone, she got into an argument with a psychiatric patient.

The patient lost control and stabbed her thirteen times.

But my fiancé, Kevin Dickerson, grabbed my throat with bloodshot eyes.

"It's all because you got Charlotte killed. You knew she was afraid of the dark—why didn't you cover her shift?"

Her childhood friend tied me up in an abandoned operating room, cut open my stomach, and pulled out my unformed fetus.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I'd scrolled past that post.

This time, I set down my phone and made myself a cup of tea.

When this brave little lamb personally sends you to hell, I hope you'll still love her this much.

…

The glow from my phone screen stabbed at my eyes.

[Brave Little Lamb On-Call Diary: Night shift check-in! Some menopausal hag won't cover my shift, but luckily the tattooed knight is protecting me~]

In the picture, a tattoo-covered arm toyed with anti-cancer medication that was supposed to be kept frozen. Charlotte Cooley wore her nurse's cap, tongue out, winking. The nurses' station was clearly visible behind her.

"Head Nurse Harding!" A hurried voice called out.

Bella Chavez looked at me with concern. "You look terrible. Feeling sick? Want to lie down?"

Only then did I snap back to reality.

I had been reborn.

Back to the moment I saw that show-off post.

My whole body went cold. I could still hear the tearing sound of a blade slicing through flesh. Still feel the searing pain of my abdominal cavity being brutally emptied.

In my past life, the moment I saw this viral post, I rushed straight to the on-duty doctor's office to find Kevin Dickerson.

I told him Charlotte had let a civilian pose as medical staff to stay overnight—a serious violation that had to be stopped immediately.

Kevin was knitting a scarf for Charlotte. He didn't even look up.

"Brooklyn, you're too sensitive. Charlotte's childhood friend just came to keep her company. She's a young girl—she gets scared working nights. Stop targeting her."

"But he's unlicensed, and she posted it online. If something happens—"

He cut me off. "What could happen? Rules are dead; people are alive. You want to make a big deal out of it? Ruin her future over nothing?"

"Charlotte's just posting for fun. She knows her limits. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."

His favoritism was a blade twisting in my chest.

I reported it to leadership anyway.

When the nursing department came to check, her childhood friend had already slipped away. They found nothing.

Charlotte cried like a rain-soaked flower, insisting it was just a friend delivering milk tea—that I was maliciously framing her.

Kevin publicly accused me of being jealous that the intern was young and popular.

The matter was dropped.

Later, he became convinced my report was what got Charlotte killed.

He lured me to an abandoned clinic in the suburbs.

Together with that punk, they used my life—and my child's—as an offering to Charlotte.

"Charlotte going alone is too lonely. You and the baby can keep her company."

…

"Brooklyn, you're crying?" Bella asked, panicked, handing me a tissue.

My voice came out hoarse. "Just tired. Charlotte's on duty tonight—have security keep an eye on things."

Bella nodded and muttered, "Brooklyn, Charlotte just brought her thug friend into the changing room again."

"He almost saw us half-naked. I told her that wasn't appropriate, and she just rolled her eyes at me."

I looked toward the end of the hallway.

A tall figure slipped past, the tattoos on his arms looking fierce and wild.

Before, I would've rushed over without hesitation. I would've driven him out and enforced the rules on the spot.

But now, I slowly sat back down.

I took a sip of the red date ginger tea my brother made for me and said flatly, "Those who dig their own graves will fall into them eventually. As for everything else—see less, say less, get involved less."

Bella froze, then smiled and nodded. "Got it. I'm heading home first. You should rest early too."

Dealing with smart people really is easier.

I still don't know what kind of freak Charlotte is, or where she crawled out from.

Only after dying once do you realize—you can't stop some people from chasing their own destruction.

So I can only keep my distance. That way, when the blood splatters, it won't hit me.

Just as I was about to leave, glass shattered near the lab window.

Then came Charlotte's exaggerated yelp. "Sorry! Little Lamb didn't mean to, okay!"

I sighed, got up, and walked over.

Charlotte stood frozen beside a puddle of dark red liquid. Shattered test tubes lay scattered across the floor.

Her tattooed childhood friend had his arm around her shoulders. "It's fine, Charlotte. Just a few bottles of blood."

The moment she saw me, Charlotte's eyes reddened. "Head Nurse, I just wanted to help deliver the samples..."

I looked at her, expressionless. "This blood was just drawn from a patient. It needs to be disinfected and handled immediately."

Raymond glared at me. "It's just a broken bottle. Do you have to be this nitpicky? You've scared Charlotte to tears!"

I let out a short laugh. "This sample may carry HIV. Blood has splattered everywhere—including on your little sweetheart's pant leg."

Charlotte's face went pale. She stumbled back two steps.

Raymond pulled her into his arms. "Who are you trying to scare? How many AIDS patients could there even be in a hospital? You're just making things hard for Charlotte on purpose."

Nurses and patients' families had already started gathering to watch.

Charlotte tugged Raymond's sleeve and said softly, "Raymond, forget it. Head Nurse Harding has always had it out for me. Don't fight with her because of me."

"I'm the best little lamb. I'm not afraid of being bullied!"

The way she said it—wronged yet restrained.

Raymond's anger flared. He pointed at my face and snarled, "Don't think you can bully people just because you're head nurse. This is workplace harassment!"

"It wasn't easy for Charlotte to test her way out of the mountains. She shows up to work every day, and you, you old hag, pick on her constantly."

I almost laughed. "Your Charlotte is 27. I skipped four grades and I'm only 25. Who's older?"

"And this is a hospital, not whatever street corner you crawl out from."

"Now leave. After disinfection, Charlotte will write an incident report."

Raymond's fist swung up, eyes bulging.

I didn't flinch. "Go ahead. Assaulting medical staff will land you behind bars."

Charlotte rushed over, tears brimming. "It's all my fault. I'll take responsibility, okay? Don't make things hard for Raymond..."

I rolled my eyes and let out a cold laugh. "If this sample is positive, can you take responsibility for the infection risk?"

"Nursing isn't playing house. That uniform isn't a costume for your little victim act."

Raymond James was hauled away by security, half-escorted, half-shoved out the door.

Charlotte Cooley ran crying toward the doctors' offices.

I knew exactly who she was going to find.

Sure enough, within five minutes, Kevin Dickerson stood in front of me, furious.

"Brooklyn, what did you do to Charlotte? She's crying so hard she can barely breathe!"

I didn't even look up. "She broke an HIV patient's blood sample. I told her to follow protocol and write an incident report. Is there a problem?"

"You could've been gentler! Charlotte just started her internship—of course she's scared of you!"

"It wasn't easy for her to test her way out of a small town. Her parents are farmers. They went into massive debt to pay for her schooling…"

I cut him off. "A hard background doesn't mean she gets to ignore hospital regulations."

Kevin choked on that. His expression darkened.

"Brooklyn, I'm starting to realize you've become cold-blooded."

He looked at me with disappointment. "Charlotte is just a simple, brave girl. Why do you have to target her?"

I looked at this man I once loved, the one I thought I'd spend my whole life with, and said softly:

"Kevin, if one day Charlotte causes someone's death—will you help collect her body, or take the fall for her?"

He frowned. "What nonsense is that? Don't curse her!"

He took a deep breath, like he'd made up his mind.

"Brooklyn, if you keep making things hard for her—"

"Then there's no need for our engagement to continue."

For an intern, he was threatening me at work.

How ridiculous.

In my last life, hearing this would've shattered me.

Now, I only felt relieved.

"Fine. Since you brought it up, I'll give you an official answer."

"I'm not marrying you."

Kevin froze. Clearly not the reaction he expected.

"Brooklyn, don't be impulsive. I was just saying that in the heat of the moment…"

I took off the engagement ring I'd worn for three years and held it out to him.

"I'm serious."

"I'm returning the ring. Tomorrow I'll sort out the bride price and return it to your family."

"Starting today, we're just coworkers. Nothing more."

I exhaled. "Dr. Dickerson, go comfort your scared little intern."

"My brother's here to pick me up. Don't make me late."

Slumped in the passenger seat, I scrolled through my phone and saw the post Charlotte had just made.

Brave Little Lamb Outsmarts the Old Witch: Some people are SO jealous of me~ But Little Lamb has a knight and a prince protecting her, so I'm not scared at all!

The attached picture was a blurry side profile—obviously a sneak shot of me.

She'd described me as a vicious head nurse, jealous of her youth and beauty, always making things hard for newcomers.

Most comments were tearing her apart, but some equally unhinged people were taking her side.

My brother glanced at my screen and snorted. "This woman is really something."

I sighed. "I broke off my engagement with Kevin today."

Silence. He didn't ask why.

"Good. That kid never deserved you."

"He came over for dinner, Mom made a whole spread—bird's nest, shark fin—and he said we were wasteful."

"When you were on your period, pale from the pain, he drank all the tonic soup I'd made for you."

"Brooklyn, you deserve better."

My nose stung. "Why didn't you ever say any of this before?"

He shot me a look. "Back then, you only had eyes for him. If I said one bad word, you wouldn't talk to me for three days."

In my last life, I really was deaf and blind.

The car stopped smoothly outside our building. My brother ruffled my hair.