At ten o'clock on the third night, my phone rang.
Bella's voice came through, choked with sobs. "Head nurse, something happened. Please come to the hospital—quick!"
When I arrived, the area outside the ER was already packed.
A gurney was pushed out. The person on it was covered in blood.
But it wasn't Charlotte—it was the psychiatric patient.
Raymond stood off to the side, cigarette in hand, puffing out smoke.
Charlotte was in Kevin's arms, crying pitifully.
"Charlotte, don't be scared. It's okay. I'm here now. No one can hurt you."
He looked up, saw me, and his gaze turned ice-cold. He strode over in seconds.
His eyes were bloodshot. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice dripping with hatred—
"Brooklyn Harding, are you satisfied now?"
"You knew Charlotte would have an accident tonight, and you deliberately took time off and didn't care, didn't you!"
"I didn't expect that after doing it over once, you could still be this vicious!"
He was reborn too.
Everyone around them froze. Charlotte looked at Kevin in confusion. "Kevin, what are you talking about? Doing it over once?"