After Rebirth, Refusing My Clogs, I Watch Intern Miscarry

In my last life, all because I kindly lent out a pair of clogs on a typhoon day, I was branded a murderer and left dead in the street. That day the rain came down in sheets, and the intern Narelle Fox's flats were soaked through. She begged me to lend her the spare clogs from the office, then slipped in front of the time clock and lost her baby. After the doctor examined her, to cover up the truth that days of partying had already left her showing signs of a miscarriage.