Rain lashed the highway as if the sky had split open.
The ambulance siren wailed, its rooftop blue lights slicing through the downpour, leaving ghostly trails. In the back, a nurse clutched the woman on the stretcher—her face deathly pale, half a shattered windshield embedded in her abdomen. Blood mixed with rainwater, pooling into dark red rivulets on the floor.
"Move! That Rolls-Royce up ahead—get out of the way!" The driver hammered the horn, his voice nearly swallowed by thunder.
But the Phantom didn’t budge, parked solidly in the middle of the emergency lane. The window glided down, revealing a woman’s face painted with bold crimson lipstick. "She's not my family. Don’t block my path."
The paramedic roared, "She’s dying! Don’t you understand what life means?"
"Life?" A man in the backseat sneered, fingers tapping lightly against the glass. "This car rents for thirty thousand an hour. Can you afford to pay for it?"
Onlookers gathered, phones raised, flashlights bursting like stars. Someone filmed for Douyin, captioning: 【Rich Woman Blocks Ambulance in Rainstorm—Injured May Not Survive】.
Suddenly, the injured woman struggled upright. She snatched a metal bat from the nurse and staggered toward the luxury car.
"You dare touch my car—" the wealthy man chuckled, then froze.
The bat never came down. With her last strength, she placed it horizontally between herself and the stretcher—a broken banner, a final line drawn.
"You... keep filming," she coughed blood, eyes sweeping across the lenses. "Remember this face... My name is Lin Zhaonan. Seven years ago, the man you see here today... pushed me off a skywalk."
The crowd erupted.
Inside the car, the woman turned sharply. "Roger? What did she say?"
The man didn’t answer. His gaze locked onto the scar on the woman’s inner left wrist—the numeric mark he’d carved with a scalpel long ago.
Just then, an old Nokia in his pocket rang.
The ringtone: *Für Elise*.
He answered. A cold, aged voice whispered through the receiver:
"The game has begun. She’s back. Now it’s time to repay your debt."
The call ended.
In the distance, a black van silently started up, its license plate caked in mud—only the tail light visible, glowing two words:
**Redemption**.
Roger's mistress Lily plots to kill his wife Amy, but accidentally causes his daughter Becky to fall and suffer critical injuries. Mistakenly believing Amy is in the ambulance, Lily crashes into it to stop the rescue, while Roger—unaware it's his daughter—also obstructs the life-saving efforts, leading to Becky's death. When the truth is exposed, they face the consequences of their evil deeds.
