In my past life, that exact trick was how they dumped all the billionaire family's rage right onto my head.
The family paid a horde of internet trolls to spread lies and leak my personal information. They turned my photo into a mock obituary image, and it spread everywhere like wildfire.
Strangers pointed at my parents and whispered wherever they went, forcing me to jump off the hospital building.
Now in my second life, they thought they could run the same old con all over again.
It did not even take half an hour before the doorbell was pressed wildly, blaring nonstop, paired with frantic, thunderous banging that shook the doorframe.
"Eunice, open the door!" Orion from the Department of Health shouted from the other side, his voice mixed with the angry, aggressive shouts of a stranger
