Chapter 5

I became somewhat panicked, and the sweat on my forehead increased.

Leslie had already stood up from the ground. "Olivia, when you make a mistake, you need to admit it."

"You can't keep using me as your shield!"

As soon as she finished speaking, I laughed.

Then I showed my phone to the group of fierce-looking people across from me. "I found it."

I found it on my Instagram.

"Look, isn't this her in this photo?"

"If you can't see clearly, I have a close-up of what she wrote."

As I spoke, I swiped left. "Look."

"It's true that my name is Olivia, but Leslie switched shifts with me yesterday."

"The reason she gave was that she wanted to go on a date with her boyfriend."

"It's all written here, clear as day."

The man with the knife could no longer contain his emotions. He pushed through the crowd and grabbed Leslie to his side.

He casually patted Leslie's face with the knife.

"Damn bitch, I fucking hate it when people lie to me."

With that, he put away the knife and punched Leslie in the stomach.

Leslie cried out in pain, and tears fell from her eyes.

Looking at her pained expression, my mind was filled with my experiences from my last life.

A group of them surrounded me, punching me again and again.

When I fell to the ground, they even stepped on me with their feet to vent their anger.

Just as the man was about to strike again, the man holding my phone shouted, "Wait, don't hit her yet."

I felt uneasy. I saw him glaring at me ominously.

"This person just said you often bully her."

"How do we know you didn't force her to write this?"

At this moment, Leslie grabbed onto this lifeline and desperately shouted, "Yes, she forced me to write it."

The man seemed to have decided I was the bad person and pressed me step by step.

Until I had no way to retreat and was hiding in the corner.

"Tell me, what reason do you have that we should believe you?"

Another man punched Leslie again. "Don't waste words with this woman."

"Just beat them both to death!"

Just as the man's fist was about to come down, I quickly cried out.

"I have a witness!"

"I was home yesterday! My husband can vouch for me!"

As I said this, I inadvertently glanced at Leslie in the distance.

Her eyes suddenly brightened.

But the man was unmoved. "Why should we believe you?"

"You're not trying to stall for time and secretly call the police, are you?"

At this time of day, everyone in the hospital was busy with their own tasks.

Plus, my office was in the most inconspicuous location, which is what caused the tragedy in my last life.

I quickly shook my head. "No."

As soon as I finished speaking, the office door was pushed open.

Standing in the doorway was Manuel.

He looked at the room full of people and couldn't help but panic.

The man standing in front of me also recognized him.

"Manuel, we've known each other for quite a while. She's your wife?"

Manuel walked over quickly. "What's going on here? She's my wife, Olivia."

"I'm just going to ask you one question. Was she home yesterday?" he asked again.

Manuel didn't dare make eye contact with me for a long time. He hesitated for a long while before finally saying, "No, I didn't see her at home yesterday."