Twelve Red Lights, One Big Red Flag

I shook my head, forcing away the unpleasant thoughts that began to creep into my mind.

The car continued at a steady pace, but in front of us, the green light had already turned red.

In my past life, I would have panicked, my mind turning to chaos at the sight of the red light, and I would have instinctively stopped the car.

But then, Madeline suddenly screamed in pain, and within seconds, blood began to pool in the car.

In the rush of the moment, she begged me to run the red light, saying she was dying.

I, foolish as I was, had obeyed her without thinking. I sped through twelve red lights, each one a blur, the police sirens blaring behind me. But I heard nothing, my foot pressing down harder on the gas.

Now, here I was again, in the same situation.

I stopped the car, waiting for Madeline to act.

"Ah! Matt, I think I'm bleeding! Hurry, please, drive faster! I'm going to die!"

I scoffed quietly.

The same words, the same actions, the same expression.

Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari.

"Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!"

Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!"

I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel.

"Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

In my previous life, even though I drove as fast as I could, Madeline still miscarried.

I had blamed myself, convinced that if I had driven faster, I would have arrived at the hospital sooner and saved her.

I locked myself in a prison of guilt for days. The police, wary of my influence, could have released me, but I stayed, unwilling to leave.

And that night, Lily and her overbearing relatives stormed into my family's mansion.

The memory struck me then, but I quickly pushed it aside.

I thought about it for a moment before deciding to run the red light, then switched on the camera and the dashcam.

"Madeline! I'm running the red light now, please hold on!"

Madeline was so moved. "Matt, you're my savior!"

I smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

I ran twelve red lights, but this time, I slowed down.

In my previous life, I had been reckless, putting my own life at risk, all in the hope that Madeline would survive.

The police cars trailed behind me, just as they had before. But upon seeing my face, they stopped.

I was now the newly crowned richest man, barely out of my twenties, in control of every industry in Salem City.

With a nod, entire industries came to me for partnerships.

With a furrow of my brow, whole industries could collapse overnight.

If Lily married me, I believed her life would be filled with happiness.

But in my past life, her mother had ruined it all, slandering me and tearing apart her daughter's marriage.

I still couldn't understand why she'd done that.

When the police finally dispersed, I arrived at the hospital.

An emergency bed had been prepared, along with a team of nurses and doctors standing by.

In my past life, I had no experience. I only knew to carry Madeline to the operating room, her blood staining my custom suit.

This time, I was well-prepared, having arranged everything in advance, ensuring nothing would go wrong.

Madeline looked at the team of doctors, a flash of surprise crossing her face.

She forced a smile and said to me, "Matt, could you carry me over?"

I widened my eyes and quickly refused. "Madeline, giving birth isn't a small matter. I'm afraid I might accidentally cause a miscarriage."