My legs nearly gave out as memories from my previous life flooded back, threatening to drown me.
That was Isabella Reed’s car!
All I could think was—I couldn’t let her hit me again. I stumbled and scrambled out of the way, just in time for her pink Porsche 911 to slam into a stone pillar, crumpling its front end.
She stepped out in a frilly princess dress, not the slightest bit distressed over her wrecked car. Instead, her face was twisted with pure hatred for me.
“You bitch, how dare you try to seduce my brother? Do you even have the qualifications?”
“With a face that ugly, women like you—scheming and shameless—I’ve seen too many of them.”
I honestly wondered if Isabella was insane. Who runs someone down with a car without a second thought? Clearly, Daniel Foster had spoiled her rotten. If she didn’t serve time in prison, it would be an injustice to everyone she tormented with her arrogance.
I stared at her blankly.
“Excuse me, do I even know you? What gives you the right to try to run me over?”
“This is a civilized society. If you come at me again, I’ll call the cops.”
Isabella glared at me with open contempt, her eyes brimming with hatred.
“Look at you—ugly and pathetic. I don’t even know what my brother sees in you.”
Finally, it clicked.
She must have heard the rumors spreading around Columbia University—that the aloof Daniel Foster had been relentlessly pursuing a female student. Jealous, she had stormed onto campus demanding to know who it was.
Someone pointed at the Dean’s Honor List board, where my name and photo were posted.
“That’s her. Claire Thompson.”
And so, Isabella floored her Porsche straight at me.
Crossing her arms, she looked down at me with smug disdain.
“Don’t you know who my brother is? Even if I kill you today, nothing will happen to me.”
“Is that so?”
I sneered as I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
“Yes, officer, I’m outside Columbia University. Someone just tried to kill me with their car.”
She thought I was an easy target. She had no idea—I was just as ruthless as she was.
In my past life, Daniel shielded her after she murdered my mother. I took justice into my own hands, killing them both before turning myself in. I’ve always believed in repaying blood with blood.
And this life would be no different.
Soon, Daniel arrived—this time with the police.
“What happened here?”
Isabella immediately rushed over, clinging to his arm with a pitiful look.
“Brother, she bullied me! I was just driving along, and she threw herself at my car. Now my car’s totaled because of her!”
I almost laughed out loud. The lies rolled off her tongue without a pause.
When the officer asked me, I simply pointed at the nearby security camera.
“Check the footage. Everything’s recorded.”
Daniel nodded and went to look, but Isabella yanked his sleeve desperately.
“Brother, don’t you believe me?”
Daniel gently pulled his arm away.
“At home, I can indulge your tantrums. But outside, there are laws. If you’re not at fault, I’ll protect you. But if you are… I won’t cover for you.”
Panic flickered across Isabella’s face.
Moments later, the footage confirmed everything—she had deliberately driven straight at me.
She was taken to the police station for questioning. As the officers escorted her into the squad car, she twisted back, glaring at me with venom.
“Claire Thompson, just you wait!”
I brushed the dust off my hands, unbothered.
Let her wait. I’d already been through hell once. What did I have to fear?
Back home, I cooked dinner with my own hands for my mother.
