Objection: I'm Proving Her Rebirth Story Wrong

While my thoughts were still spinning, Levi asked me to book a restaurant for the celebration just like before.

I hesitated for a second, then gave the same answer I had in my past life. "Okay, we could go back to that same family restaurant—"

"No!"

Sure enough, before I could even finish, Charlotte cut in loudly, "That place is going to have a gas explosion tonight. People will die. If we go, we're walking straight into a death trap."

Everyone froze. The room fell silent for a beat as people exchanged unsure glances.

"How's that even possible? How could a perfectly fine restaurant have a gas explosion?"

"Yeah, it's got top safety ratings, and they do regular fire inspections. Charlotte, are you sure you're not just stressed out and imagining things?"

"Rebirth? Seriously? That's too far-fetched. Nobody actually gets reborn."

Charlotte stood there, smug and unbothered by the murmurs around her.

"If you don't believe me, go ahead and have dinner there. But I'll make this clear. If there is an explosion and someone gets hurt, don't say I didn't warn you."

Just like before, she sounded so sure of herself.

Her confident tone left everyone speechless. No one dared argue with her anymore. After all, who would risk their life to prove her wrong?

Finley, who had been quiet all this time, stepped forward.

"I don't think Charlotte would make something like this up. Let's skip the family restaurant tonight and go to that barbecue place downstairs instead."

Then, he turned to look at me. "What do you think, Yelena?"

As I looked at this disgusting, two-faced bastard, I sneered inwardly but kept a calm expression. "Sure. Sounds good."

I noticed the calculativeness in Charlotte's eyes and grew more certain that there was more to this than met the eye.

While everyone else headed downstairs, I slipped away for a moment and took the elevator next door. I called the restaurant anonymously and warned them to check their gas lines.

Then I called the fire department, reported a possible leak, and asked them to run a safety inspection.

About an hour later, the fire department got back to me. They had already checked everything and replaced some outdated parts. There was no risk of a fire anytime soon.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief and went back to enjoying barbecue at the restaurant downstairs.

At that moment, we heard sirens blaring outside. Four fire trucks raced past the front entrance, heading straight for the family restaurant.

Everyone froze. Finley was the first to react and took out his phone.

"Guys, check the news. There was a gas explosion at the family restaurant ten minutes ago. The whole first floor blew up with diners still inside! Charlotte was right again!"

I was stunned.

How was this possible?

I had warned the restaurant and called the fire department for an inspection. How did it still explode?

Was Charlotte really telling the truth? Was she really reborn?