After Letting Go of Helping Others, I Focused on Myself

After sacrificing his own leg to rescue a neighbor from a burning vehicle, the protagonist of this modern fantasy was met with betrayal. To avoid paying compensation, the ungrateful survivor vilified him as a reckless meddler. Ruined by rumors and deep depression, he died alone in a hospital bed. But fate grants him a second chance. Waking up to the sight of thick smoke rising from that very same car, he decides to abandon his self-sacrificing ways and prioritize his own life.

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Chapter 3

Trying to use moral guilt to pressure me into helping?

Sorry, but having lived this life again, the only thing that could threaten me was my own life. Nothing else could coerce me. In this life, I had no sense of moral obligation.

I flashed a faint smile and said to Mrs. Grace, "Look, someone is eager to help save your daughter-in-law. Hurry and beg her! She said she would risk her life to help if you asked."

Sure enough, Mrs. Grace’s eyes lit up and she quickly turned to the older woman, "You’re a kind-hearted person, please save my daughter-in-law!"

The woman, feeling somewhat embarrassed, responded, "I can't, I have high blood pressure!"

With that, she hurried away as if her backside were on fire.

Mrs. Grace had no choice but to turn her attention back to me. "I really didn’t expect you to just stand by and watch. Bella always speaks highly of you!"

I sneered. "Bella also constantly talks about how great her mother-in-law is! But when it came to a critical moment, she was the first to get out of the car. And oh, she didn't forget to take the rice and flour with her, but she wouldn’t lift a finger to help her daughter-in-law."

I was so angry that I laughed.

This family was both sneaky and greedy. Unable to get big benefits, they settled for small ones.

In my previous life, when I tried to help, they treated me like the farmer in the fable of the farmer and the snake.

They said that people who weren’t family didn’t belong together. I thought Bella must be different from her family, but she turned out to be just as ungrateful—a wolf in sheep’s clothing, not worth any sympathy.

Mrs. Grace, with a red face, replied, "I... it’s just that we needed these things at home and they were easy to grab."

I exposed her mercilessly. "Just say you can't bear to part with these things. They weigh more than 45 kilograms in total and your daughter-in-law only weighs 40 kilograms."

She couldn't argue with me, so she squatted on the ground and cried.

Faintly, I could still hear her muttering, "It was obviously you who saved her!"

I was not sure and wanted to listen carefully, but then I saw the fire trucks coming from afar.

By the time the firefighters arrived, Bella was already on the verge of death.

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