Chapter 4

That evening, Arthur drove me back to my estate. The moment we pulled into the driveway, we saw William blocking the gates.

He still smelled of hospital disinfectant, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing me get out of Arthur’s SUV, he charged at me, reaching out to grab my arm.

Arthur stepped in front of me like a wall, catching William’s wrist and twisting it slightly. William groaned in pain.

"Ann! You’re actually serious about this guy?"

He ripped his hand away from Arthur, glaring at me with disbelief.

I leaned against the car door, looking at his indignant face. It was pathetic.

"Of course I am. Did you honestly think my world revolved around you?"

"And let me make this clear—whatever happened to Grace’s eyes has nothing to do with me. Stop pointing fingers."

William’s face turned purple. He pointed at me, shaking.

"Who else could it be? Who else hates Grace? I’m telling you, Ann, you’re going to pay for her medical treatment, or I’ll destroy you!"

He pulled out his phone, threatening to call the cops.

"I have security footage of you near her car. If you don't comply, I’m sending you to jail."

I didn't feel like playing his games. I unlocked my phone and dialed 911 myself.

"Yes, officer? I’d like to report a stalker trespassing on my private property and harassing me. Please send a patrol car."

William gasped, stunned by my move, then let out a cold laugh.

"Good. Let the cops come. Let’s see who they arrest."

The police arrived within minutes. William rushed over to them immediately, shoving a flash drive into the deputy’s hand.

"Officer, I want to report a felony. This woman cut the brakes on my friend’s car, causing an accident that might leave her blind. The evidence is right here."

The deputy took the flash drive and looked at me.

I pulled out a tablet from my bag, showing the security logs of my company’s office from that day, along with signed affidavits from my executive team.

"This is my alibi. I was in a board meeting all day. The video he has is a deepfake. I welcome a forensic audit."

The deputy carefully reviewed my documents, made a quick call to verify the security company's logs, and turned to William with a stern look.

"Mr. Thompson, this footage you provided has clear signs of digital manipulation. Filing a false police report is a serious crime."

William’s face drained of color. "That’s impossible! Her alibi must be forged!"

"She wanted to kill Grace! She’s capable of anything!"

I didn't want to watch his manic episode anymore. I nodded politely to the officers.

"Thank you, officers. I will be pressing charges for harassment and defamation."

Even after the police ordered him to leave the perimeter, William lingered near the edge of the street, staring at me with venomous eyes.

"Ann, I know you remember," he whispered, stepping closer. "I know you regressed too. I know I wronged you in the past life, but Grace is innocent."

"Give her the medical settlement. If you do, I’ll take the fall for the embezzlement charges. I won't drag your father, David, into this. Deal?"

Hearing him twist the truth so effortlessly, I laughed in his face.

"I already sent the embezzlement files to the SEC, William. You should worry about your own skin."

William’s face went completely white. Before he could speak, his phone rang.

He picked it up. Within seconds, his hands were shaking so hard he almost dropped the device.