After rebirth, I no longer persuaded my sister not to hit and run

Trent was stunned, quickly trying to defend himself. "There's nothing between Haley and me. Darling, you have to believe me. I care about her because I care about you. How can you talk about divorce over something like this?"

I could see the guilt written all over his face.

Trent had just let the truth slip.

I looked at him calmly and asked, "Did I say that I want to divorce because of that?"

Trent's face immediately went rigid.

I didn't want to argue with him any longer, so I went straight into the bedroom and shut the door behind me.

All I wanted now was to divorce him as soon as possible. Just seeing him made me feel sick.

But the court wouldn't open until Monday.

The next day, the police came knocking.

Haley had fled after the hit-and-run and was now hiding.

Trent was more panicked than I was.

"Officer, is there some misunderstanding? Could the driver not have been Haley?"

Even at this point, he was still trying to find a way to exonerate Haley.

I thought, "Doesn't he know that there were cameras at intersections?"

The officer told him flat out that the surveillance footage showed Haley behind the wheel.

Trent slumped onto the sofa in frustration.

The police turned to me and said, "We checked her call records. After the accident last night, she called you. Do you know where she might be?"

I feigned sadness and replied, "Officer, if I had known Haley really hit someone last night, I would have persuaded her not to run. But now, I really don't know where she is. Please trust me, if I see her, I will definitely urge her to turn herself in."

The officers took my statement and then left.

Trent angrily grabbed my hand, saying, "I told you to check on Haley last night, but you didn't go. Now look what's happened!"

I shot back, "And what would that have changed? Was I supposed to take the blame for her?"

"You weren't drinking last night, so you wouldn't have gone to jail if you took the blame."

He was speaking the exact same words he had in my previous life.

I let out a cold sneer and confronted him. "What's the matter? Are you worried about your lover and your baby?"

Trent's eyes widened in shock. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"You know perfectly well whether I'm spouting nonsense or not. On Monday, we'll go to the courthouse to file for divorce. If not, I'll sue for divorce. You're the one at fault here, and if I file a lawsuit, you'll walk away with nothing."

Trent's face twisted in anger.

Then, as if something had occurred to him, he suddenly laughed.