I trained a freezing, detached gaze to evaluate Christian's form, tracking his movements precisely as though my eyes were analyzing the pathetic writhing of a dying street canine.

Regrettably, Christian's vital spark completely evaded the jaws of death, successfully enduring the ordeal to survive.

Following a continuous hospital residency spanning a full half-month, he executed a total discharge milestone right alongside the C father.

The exact instant his feet exited the hospital parameters, his coordinates immediately migrated to the J family estate to track down my presence.

Yet my physical body happened to be entirely absent from the location.

Consequently, he initiated an aggressive campaign to stalk my movements directly within the corporate borders of the J Group office towers.

Yet my hands had already secured a massive block of extended personal leave.

Sera placed a digital call to patch through to my device:

"Christian appears to have completely lost his absolute sanity, relentlessly deploying every single conversational angle to extract data points tracking your current coordinates from my lips every single day. My mother has similarly succumbed to a total state of delusion, continuously floating inquiries questioning where your form has migrated to."

Sera undoubtedly harbored a monumental mountain of questions desiring answers from my mouth, yet processing the psychological reality that my consciousness was heavily resistant to pulling the facts into the light, she explicitly checked her impulses to refrain from floating a single inquiry.

An additional half-month drifted past the timeline.

Sera placed a secondary digital call over to my position, delivering the news that the C father had officially passed away.

My consciousness was genuinely flooded with a wave of deep surprise, prompting my lips to question the underlying mechanics driving the tragedy.

The catalyst was none other than Chloe, who had maintained a total disappearance spanning well over a month before abruptly materializing back within the borders of the family mansion. Her psychological architecture harbored zero desire to continue lingering within the domestic borders, aggressively demanding that her parents distribute a massive volume of financial capital into her palms to fund an international escape to reside abroad for a block of years.

Yet navigating that specific milestone of the timeline, every single member of the C family household had already reached a state of absolute, total disillusionment targeting her existence.

An entity who had chosen to project absolute apathy and zero intervention while her biological father and mother lay critically broken inside hospital beds, and who had explicitly weaponized a fake identity to execute a total solo flight right as her biological older brother's vital spark hung by a thread in the ICU—how thoroughly cold-blooded must her soul be?

Catching sight of the reality that her family network flatly refused to distribute financial funds into her palms, Chloe elected to weaponize tools during the absolute dead of night to violently pry open the structural locks anchoring the master safe, intending to plunder the interior gold bullion assets to liquidate them for immediate currency.

The safe happened to be physically established directly within the master bedroom suite hosting the C father.

Blinking his eyes open from his pillows during the absolute dead of night, catching immediate sight of his biological daughter actively plundering his private safe, the sheer fury of the scenario instantaneously triggered a massive, catastrophic cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Chloe was once more scared completely out of her wits, executing an immediate solo flight to escape the scene.

It wasn't until a full half-hour had drifted past that the domestic maid noticed the structural anomalies defining the master bedroom, frantically moving to arouse the C mother to conduct an emergency inspection.

Yet before the emergency transit could even successfully materialize within the hospital borders, the C father's vital signs had already entirely dissolved.

Absorbing Sera's summary, my mind was occupied by a minor degree of deep melancholy.

One had to recognize the reality that the C father had literally just crossed the threshold of fifty years of age, operating squarely within the absolute golden prime of human existence.

Provided his psychological architecture had evaded being subjected to two consecutive, apocalyptic bludgeonings orchestrated by Chloe's hands, his life trajectory was entirely far from its conclusion, and the C Corporation empire might have very well scaled a brand-new mountain of market success in the future.

Perhaps every single thread of this cascade truly translated to the absolute dictation of cosmic destiny.

48

A single week following the funeral, I concluded my corporate business transit to return to the J family estate.

Sera materialized at the property to track down my presence.

Evaluating her facial presentation, which was visibly choked with an intense hesitation, stumbling over her syllables as though desperately holding back an observation.

I couldn't resist letting out an amused chuckle:

"What exact variation of data does your tongue desire to communicate to my face?"

Sera appeared to have reached the absolute boiling point of holding back her secrets, rapidly reaching out her hands to clamp tightly around my arm as she spoke:

"Initializing with an explicit baseline disclaimer—this is flatly zero percentage an issue of my character harboring an obsession with tracking high-society gossip. It is strictly that on that specific calendar date, my ears accidentally intercepted an active conversation binding my mother alongside Christian, and following that milestone, my cognitive faculties absorbed a piece of data so thoroughly mind-boggling it bypassed the borders of reality."

"What is the exact nature of the data?" I questioned, my interest thoroughly piqued.

"Tracking the literal parameters of the dialogue binding the two of us, it appeared as though their consciousnesses have successfully secured a total recovery of detailed memories defining a previous lifetime. Furthermore, during that past life framework, the specific infant girl the C family adopted was flatly zero percentage my own person, but rather your own identity."

"Down the line, your physical form entered a formal marriage alliance alongside Christian, and their entire household network treated your existence with an absolute lack of basic human decency. The exact second the narrative reached this specific juncture, my mother dissolved into an absolute fit of relentless, violent weeping, crying with such immense intensity that she continuously weaponized her own palms to deliver savage slaps straight across her own face."

"Following that, it appeared as though your physical body was subjected to a major motor vehicle collision, an emergency so monumentally severe that the medical professionals completely failed to salvage your vital spark."

"To be perfectly candid with your person, the exact millisecond my brain processed that dialogue, every single biological hair lining my skin stood on end with pure, unadulterated horror. I was entirely stranded as to whether the two of them had completely lost their sanity, or whether my own cognitive faculties had succumbed to madness."

I offered a gentle smile, extending a hand to lightly pat Sera's shoulder.

"Every single syllable their lips articulated functions as the absolute, unfiltered truth."

Sera's jaw instantaneously locked in absolute, wide-eyed astonishment.

库 opened so profoundly wide it looked comically capable of accommodating a standard whole egg asset.

Consequently, I initiated a total, systematic deployment of the facts, mapping out every single detail defining our past lifetime from alpha to omega directly before her ears.

Sera fell into a state of absolute, heavy silence that consumed a solid five continuous minutes before her lips slowly parted to articulate a sentence:

"Consequently... during the past life framework, the specific infant girl the C family adopted was indeed your own identity, whereas Chloe didn't execute her formal return to the C family bosom until she attained eighteen years of age."

"Because her historical trajectory involved abandoning her academic pursuits at fourteen, enduring a teenage pregnancy milestone at sixteen, and suffering the physical removal of a biological kidney while operating as an external migrant laborer at seventeen, the C family systematically projected the absolute entirety of the structural blame straight onto your innocent head."

"Christian executing a marriage alliance alongside your form was strictly weaponized to function as his premium strategy to exact calculated revenge, and your ultimate physical passing was catalyzed by his hand abandoning your body atop a high-velocity motorway, leaving your frame to absorb a massive multi-vehicle highway collision, concluding your life at a milestone where your womb was actively carrying a pair of twin dragon-and-phoenix infants, correct?"

I offered a quiet nod of confirmation.

"The structural parameters match that definition flawlessly. Consequently, following my successful reincarnation into this timeline, my consciousness flatly bypassed selecting the C family adoption path, which cleared the board for them to adopt your form instead."

"To actively execute a total rectification of the timeline, in this current lifetime I additionally orchestrated the logistics to return Chloe to the C family bosom at an exceptionally accelerated milestone. Yet bypassing my mental calculations, I hadn't anticipated that Chloe's character architecture would project such a monumentally disgusting volume of malice targeting your person, prompting my consciousness during that specific window to initiate a formal consultation alongside Julian to evaluate whether we could smoothly transition your form to reside right here inside the J estate."