Inside the VIP ward.

"My brother left ten years ago, leaving without ashes and tombstone."

Molly Adams heard this and her eyes widened in shock: "Raymond... Hall!"

"Stomach cancer. His stomach was weak and he had spent time in prison...on the border..." Rose Hall choked up, her eyes fierce.

"Molly Adams, if not for you, my brother could have been an officer, a leader!" Her voice was nearly insane.

Molly's mind went blank, her body shook. Raymond Hall was dead?

He died ten years ago? Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She finally understood why she hadn't heard from Raymond for more than a decade, it turns out he had died long ago.

In these ten years, the Hall family still looked after her, she was still housed in a premium ward.

Yes, back then, Brandon Buck was the whole world she could see, and in the end, she was left paralyzed by the trash man.

He shot for her, almost killing Brandon Buck, and then he was caught into prison.

He was a so outstanding and proud man, who should have lived an uneventful life, but...

"The doctor said you only have few days. My brother left you this letter, he said it's for you to read before you dying." After saying that, Rose walked away.

Molly's face was covered with tear stains, her breaths became quick and ragged. She wanted to grab the letter, but her hand could not rise, it felt like her chest was almost exploding.

The life monitor ringed, doctors and nurses rushed in.

Molly suddenly exerted force, grabbing the letter.

Seeing familiar handwriting on it, the last sentence attracted her eyes: "Molly, do you remarry me?"

Her lips quivered, struggling to respond. Her voice was faint, barely audible.

"I do..."

"Raymond, can you hear me?"

"I said...I do..."

A drop of tear trickled down her face as the life monitor stopped working.

...

With her head feeling as heavy as a ton, Molly Adams finally regained consciousness, she felt cold everywhere. Chilly gusts seemed to slide under her clothes, making her shiver.

She moved her legs with difficulty, and the movement hurt a lot.

She was so surprised - she hadn't felt the existence of her legs for fifteen years.

The surroundings were no longer a hospital, instead, it was her old home.

How did she end up here?

Before she could even make sense of it all, she heard a familiar voice.

"Sis, you're not planning to find Brandon Buck again, are you?"

She was stunned.

Hadn't her younger brother cut off the connection with her a long time ago? Why was he being so nice to her?

And he looked so young too.

"Sis, what's going on?" Mason Adams urgently grabbed Molly's hand, thinking that she was determined to meet that man.

Molly suddenly felt headache and lowered her head to find a note in her hand.

"Three days later, at eight o'clock in the evening, let's meet under the old sycamore tree down by the field. If you don't come, we will not leave."

It was just like what happened many years ago.

She looked around the room once again, confirming everything.

Especially, when she saw her parents busily working in the yard, her eyes welled up with tears.

She wanted to cry out loud, she wanted to rush to hug her parents, but an abrupt weird move would certainly worry them.

In the last life because of her stubbornness, they had almost severed ties with her and refused to recognize her as their daughter till death.

Even their funerals were all managed by Raymond.

Back then, when she wanted to go back and offer sacrifices, her younger brother drove her out directly with great anger.

He said the Adams family didn't have a person like her.

She blamed her brother for his cold blood until she was paralyzed by Brandon Buck's accident. Only then she realized who had been treating her best.

Now, she was back to eighteen, back to the time that the Hall family had just proposed marriage to the Adams family. Her parents had not yet agreed, she hadn't yet done the absurd thing of eloping with Brandon, nor had she been expelled from school... every terrible thing hadn't happened yet.

Everything could still be stopped.

"Sis, why are you crying?" Mason asked as he approached her.

Molly came back to her senses, quickly composed herself, and turned her head, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Mason wanted to rebuke her, asking when she had ever known her limits, but at the sight of her reddened eyes, he ended up and said nothing.

He would have to be more vigilant these days, just in case his sister did something unreasonable, he would have to stop her.

Molly clutched the note in her hand, a note that had also appeared in her past life. At that time, she had been locked at home, but she went for climbing out the window to escape. However, it all turned out to be a plot, and the only one waiting for her was an old bachelor from the village who was always single.

Brandon's mother, Bailey Green, believed her son was an outstanding elite among men and felt that Molly wasn't good enough for him, so she plotted a scheme for her to ruin her reputation.

In all of this, Brandon was one of the main conspirators.

He had his own ulterior motives - a woman who had lost her honor, nobody would want.

Then, Molly would obey his every command.

If it weren't for Raymond's sudden appearance in her previous life, she could have been taken advantage of by that old trickster!

As she thought about what she had experienced in her past life, Molly shuddered from head to toe.

Since they had taken the initiative to send it over this time!

Then they could just wait and see!