On New Year's Eve, the adopted heiress rear-ended my car. It suddenly went out of control, smashed through the guardrail, and came to rest with half the car hanging over the bridge.
Shards of the windshield pierced my chest, while a huge amount of blood flowed from between my pregnant sister-in-law's legs.
This time, neither of us called out to my older brother, the traffic police officer on duty nearby.
Instead, we encouraged each other, tried to keep our fear and trembling under control, and struggled to keep the car balanced.
That was because in my previous life, when my brother arrived at the crash site, he rushed straight past my sister-in-law and me, though we were on the brink of death, and hurried to the adopted heiress, who had only suffered a few minor scrapes.
"Xi Yiming, ever since you came back to the Cheng family, Ningning has been driven out by our parents. She's been wandering outside and suffering all these years, and you still think that's not enough? Now you even have the nerve to put on an act in front of me and frame Ningning. You're utterly despicable!"
"Even if you die today, you brought it on yourselves. You owe Ningning all of this!"
In the end, my sister-in-law and I fell from the high bridge and drowned in the rushing river.
