Chapter 2

"Lily, Lily, were you having a nightmare?" My husband's urgent, worried voice came closer, completely pulling me out of my dazed thoughts.

I suddenly opened my eyes wide, staring blankly into space.

It hurt so much.

I instinctively raised both hands, tightly covering the non-existent wound on the back of my neck.

There was no warm blood.

Instead, it was covered in cold, clammy sweat.

I wasn't dead yet.

Realizing this, my out-of-body soul finally came back to its senses.

My unfocused eyes gradually focused on the anxious face of the man in front of me.

In the chaos, that bone-chilling sentence invaded my mind.

"It was clearly their own people who admitted it..."

Perhaps this mistaken doctor-killing case wasn't as simple as imagined.

Thinking carefully, there were too many questionable points about this incident from the start.

So, who really wanted to kill me?

The man saw my pale face and kept comforting me.

"Lily, it's okay now. Dreams are often the opposite of reality."

"I'll wait for you to come back from your night shift. Then we can go adopt a little kitten."

"It can be your birthday present."

"Okay."

Just like in my previous life, I happily agreed to my husband's suggestion.

Looking at his clear, gentle eyes,

I also struggled with whether to tell him everything that was about to happen.

But the butterfly effect...

Any choice would affect the future course of events.

Rather than letting things become more out of control and confusing,

It's better to follow the original trajectory, tracing the thread to prevent a predetermined death.

The man, medical malpractice, conspiracy...

This time,

I want to uncover the truth behind it all.