Chapter 4

Three messages in a row, the tone excessively polite.

Then she added a fourth.

"But I still want to say, some people can't be so cold-blooded. Refusing to help will bring karmic retribution!"

After the message went out, the group fell silent for a dozen seconds.

Madison was the first to respond: "Some people are like that. When they buy a new car, they want the whole world to know. But when it's time to actually use it, they play dead."

Carter followed closely: "Exactly. Kate even helped her get breakfast all the time."

Tony sent a sarcastic emoji with the caption "heh."

Other people in the group started talking too.

"What's going on? Who's cold-blooded?"

"I heard Alice refused to help? The pregnant woman was about to give birth and she wouldn't even lend her car?"

"Not wouldn't lend—she said she sold it."

"The Tesla she just bought for $100,000. She said she sold it. Who's going to believe that?"

Messages came one after another. The group exploded.

I didn't reply. Not a single word.

I stood up, pushed my chair back, and walked straight to the manager's office.

When I pushed the door open, Mr. Pierre was holding his thermos and reading the group messages.

He looked up when he saw me. His expression clearly paused as he turned his phone face-down on the desk.

"Alice, have a seat."

I didn't sit.

"Mr. Pierre, I'm resigning."

The air went quiet for two seconds.

Mr. Pierre furrowed his brows:

"You just got top sales for the quarter. Your bonus hasn't even been paid yet. Do you know how much the quarterly bonus is? $80,000. If you leave now, you won't get a cent."

"Just because of what they said in the group? Let them talk. It's not like you're losing anything."

I shook my head. "It's not because of that."

Mr. Pierre sighed and pulled out a piece of paper from his drawer, pushing it over.

"Are you sure? Once you sign this, the bonus is gone."

I picked up the pen and signed my name on the resignation letter without hesitation.

"I don't need it. My health isn't good."

In my past life, the despair of being wrongly accused was vivid. Not a single person at the company stood up for me. Many even stabbed me in the back.

That's when I understood—Kate targeted me as a sucker because I was top sales.

The others were unrecognizable due to jealousy.

Now I was staying away from this pit of fire. I wanted to see who else they'd target!

Mr. Pierre looked at me for a few seconds and didn't try to persuade me further.

He put the resignation letter in his drawer, stood up, and shook my hand.

"Alice, you're the best salesperson I've ever managed. If you ever want to come back, find me anytime."

I nodded at him and turned to walk out of the office.

As I passed through the office area, several people looked up at me.

Madison's gaze scraped over me like a knife. She muttered under her breath, "Guilty conscience, huh."

Carter leaned over to whisper with her, and both of them laughed together.

I didn't look at them.

I picked up my bag from the desk, took off my ID badge and placed it on the keyboard, and walked out without looking back.

The moment the elevator doors closed, I realized my palms were covered in sweat.

Since being reborn, this was the first moment I truly felt alive again.

After leaving the company building, I pulled out my phone and dialed my cousin Molina's number.

"Molina, help me look into someone."

"Who?"

"Kate. Obstetrics. Just admitted. Help me check her prenatal examination records."

There was silence on the other end for two seconds. Molina's voice lowered: "Why are you checking her prenatal records? That's not according to protocol."

I paused, then said word by word:

"I suspect there's something wrong with the baby in her belly."

"Make sure to photograph all the records for evidence. Examination reports, consent forms, doctor's notes—save everything."