Chapter 2

I opened my eyes again, and that towering, swollen belly, looking like it would burst any second, was right in front of me.

Padilla's greasy, bloated face stared at me intently.

I immediately realized I'd been reborn, and a flood of painful memories washed over me.

It was this very day in my previous life that I gave up my seat to Padilla, a woman I'd never met, and she clung to me like a phantom. Not only did she become my coworker,

But I also ended up as the father of her quadruplets.

Even as she stabbed me to death, I was still racking my brain, trying to figure out why.

I'd never had any physical relationship with Padilla. How could her children possibly be mine?

"Haven't you seen that pregnant lady standing next to you for ages? Hurry up and offer her your seat."

The urging voice of Mrs. Davies, a neighbor, rang out beside me.

I looked around and immediately noticed something odd.

There were plenty of empty seats in front, behind, and beside me, but Padilla ignored them all, her gaze fixed solely on my spot.

I looked at Padilla's large backside, a thought forming in my mind: Could it be that because she sat on the seat I'd just vacated, some sort of contact was made between us?

And that's how her children became related to me?

Just thinking about it made my heart pound.

I felt completely drained, the fear of those four ugly, fat children calling me "Daddy" in my previous life constantly assailing my brain.

I even felt like I might slide off the seat any second.

No, I can't let any doubt go unchecked before the real reason is revealed.

As Padilla's gaze grew even more sticky and persistent,

I leaned back firmly in my seat, clearly signaling I had no intention of giving it up.

I closed my eyes, trying to pretend to be asleep, but Mrs. Davies's voice rang out again.

"That pregnant lady's been standing next to you for ages, what are you playing dumb for? Give up your seat already!"

Immediately after, Mr. Henderson, an old man nearby, also started scolding me, "You're a grown man, where's your manners? Is your backside really that heavy?"

I kept my eyes closed, trying my best to ignore the voices.

It was the same in my previous life. I hadn't slept well the night before and had wanted to catch a quick nap on the bus.

But because Padilla kept standing next to me, combined with everyone's finger-pointing, I had no choice but to give up my seat.

But with the lessons of the previous life, this time, unless they dragged me off, I would absolutely not give up my seat.

The accusations grew too loud, so I opened my eyes and angrily retorted:

"First off, there are tons of empty seats on this bus, I don't need to give up mine."

"And I'm not even in a priority seat for the elderly or disabled, so why should I give it up? If you're so keen on doing good deeds, why don't you give up your seat?"

But after I said that, Padilla actually spoke.

"I really don't feel well and can't walk. How about you get up and help me to a seat in the back?"

But I immediately noticed a flicker of malice in the eyes of the seemingly pitiful Padilla.

I swallowed hard. Mr. Henderson's voice spoke up again, "The pregnant lady isn't arguing with you, so just get up and help her to a seat in the back."

No, absolutely not. I can't get up.

My intuition grew stronger.

All of Padilla's strange actions seemed to be geared towards one thing: getting me off this seat.

"I'm not getting up. If you're so eager to help, you get up."

As soon as I spoke, a burly man rushed over, "Are you moving or not?"

This guy's arms were thicker than my legs.

Around us, a few more people sparsely stood up.

"Just move! Bullying an old person isn't enough, now we can't let you bully a pregnant woman too!"

But I wasn't scared. "Damn it, I'm not moving!"

I couldn't help but curse. These people were acting like bots.

But then, the man rubbed his hands together, then grabbed both my arms, looking like he was about to physically yank me from the seat.

Watching Padilla's increasingly triumphant gaze, my butt was getting further and further from the seat.

Padilla's malicious face as she stabbed me in the previous life reappeared before my eyes.

I closed my eyes and made a decision.

With a trickling sound, a stream of liquid sprayed out between my legs.

"Gross! This kid just peed himself!"

Suddenly, the crowd clutched their noses and backed away.

I sat back down on the seat, looking at Padilla defiantly.

"Are you still going to sit here?"