Chapter 5

I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to stay conscious with my last breath, and lunged into the arms of a nearby female officer.

"I'm not acting... Please... Please, take me to the hospital."

The officer looked at my pale face and finally realized something was wrong. She quickly moved to help me out.

But Ethan and Sophia blocked the way, insisting I had to apologize to Finley first before I could leave.

"If I ever catch you trying to harm Finley again, I'm divorcing you immediately!"

I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up in the hospital again, the doctor was scratching his head frantically.

He couldn't understand why, with all my tests perfectly normal, I had mysteriously gone into anaphylactic shock.

Left with no other choice, he suggested I make an appointment with the psychiatric department.

I gave a bitter laugh and just asked the doctor to prescribe me some sleeping pills and painkillers.

The doctor, at a loss, listened to me, gave me a bunch of pills, and let me go.

The police also ruled it as a domestic dispute and didn't press charges against me harshly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I packed a light bag and decided to go back to my parents' house.

Thankfully, my parents believed me completely. After taking me for every test imaginable with no results, they patiently comforted me and told me to rest first.

I smiled and nodded, agreeing. But suddenly, a heavy, wrenching pain seized my lower abdomen.

It felt like a pair of hands were grabbing my internal organs and twisting them wildly, accompanied by a fair amount of bleeding.

I instinctively searched for Finley's account on social media and saw she had already started a fitness livestream under the banner of "inspirational cancer warrior."

In the video, she was in workout clothes, jumping and bouncing in front of the camera.

[Life is about movement! Everyone, even when you're sick, you have to face it positively and fight the disease with energy!]

Clutching my painfully cramping stomach, I was shaking with rage, wishing I could tear Finley to pieces.

And right then, I received a mysterious phone call.

At that moment, I finally understood what was behind all of this.

In the following days, Finley became an overnight internet sensation with her gimmick of a sick person doing fitness livestreams.

Even though she claimed to be seriously ill, her energetic appearance made many people envious, and she accumulated a huge following.

Many fitness influencers jumped on the trend and connected with her for fitness PKs.

She was delighted to see this and naturally launched a "three-hour fitness challenge" online.

In my last life, it was this challenge that caused my internal organs to rupture and kill me.

This time, I was eating ice cream and watermelon, leisurely watching over her livestream.

The day of the challenge arrived quickly. Her livestream instantly shot to the number one spot in trending.

Finley, in her workout clothes, started bouncing and jumping to the background music.

But just five minutes in, her expression suddenly became strange, and she stopped abruptly.

The comments started to panic, while Ethan and Sophia asked with concern if she was feeling unwell.

But seeing the number of viewers steadily dropping, Finley suppressed her discomfort, shook her head, and prepared to start jumping again.

Who would have thought, the next second, after she jumped and landed, she actually lost control of her bladder in front of over a hundred thousand viewers.

In an instant, yellow liquid streamed down her thighs, completely unstoppable.

And she clutched her own stomach, passing out from the pain.

Watching this scene unfold, I laughed so hard I couldn't straighten my back.

Soon, Ethan's call came through. "What did you do?!"