Chapter 2: Rebirth
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Sarah opened her eyes, sensing as if she had plunged into an icy chasm, her entire body permeated with an intense cold.
All that met her gaze was an expanse of pure whiteness, the pervasive scent of disinfectant causing her to involuntarily wrinkle her nose.
Grandpa!
Sarah clutched tightly at the blanket beneath her. Her parents long gone, she had grown up under the wing of her grandfather.
Once, she had reveled in carefree laughter within those warm embraces. However, in this moment, the body that had plummeted from the heavens just two steps away lay lifeless. The eyes remained shut tightly, seemingly refusing to cast another glance upon this world.
A string of icy tears traced her cheeks. Sarah gritted her teeth; until his final breath, Grandpa never cast his eyes upon her again.
Had Grandpa harbored resentment towards her upon learning that Baker Group was acquiring Brown Group?
Welcoming the wolf into the fold!
This was the remarkable outcome achieved by his dearest granddaughter!
As she descended into regret, the middle-aged woman who had urgently called for a doctor now cradled Sarah's face, delicately caressing it. "Isabella, you scared Mom half to death. How did you end up falling into the swimming pool? If someone hadn't pulled you out, what would I have done?"
Tears welled in her eyes as she hesitated to withdraw her hands from Sarah's face. Her well-maintained countenance displayed a mix of astonishment and relief, yet her eyes gleamed with surprise.
Sarah appeared dazed, grappling to comprehend everything unfolding before her.
The room's door suddenly swung open, a rush of white-coated doctors pouring in. Glancing at the identification cards hanging from their necks, all bearing the mark of "Cedars-Sinai Medical Center," Sarah grasped that this was a suite reserved for "special guests" at the hospital.
This wasn't a place one could simply afford with money. Moreover, considering Grandpa's company...
Sarah's eyes filled with astonishment. However, as she looked at the woman beside her, radiating gratitude, she managed to rein in her tumultuous emotions, covered her head, and murmured, "Mom, I have a headache."
Rebecca Smith had yet to utter a word when the surrounding doctors flocked in, conducting examinations.
In that moment, enveloped by the doctors, Sarah's head buzzed with searing pain. Suddenly, a surge of information regarding the circumstances of this reborn body flashed through her mind.
The original owner, Isabella Green, was an imperious and overbearing scion of wealth. Her father occupied a lofty position deeply entwined with foreign affairs. Her mother, Rebecca Smith, formerly a dancer in an artistic troupe, gradually reduced her performances with age. However, with a thriving family business, she frequently lent a hand in Washington and held an executive director position in the company, often absent from New York.
Isabella, accustomed to solitary childhood days within the mansion, had developed a lifelong habit of indulgence.
The Green family…
She had unexpectedly reincarnated into the only daughter of the Green family!
Sarah found it hard to fathom!
In New York, elite families were divided into distinct classes. Stephen overlooked her family's background but valued her capabilities, keeping her as a trusted confidante while repeatedly creating legends for the Baker conglomerate. Yet, he hadn't proposed to her!
The reason was simple—mismatched social status!
However, Sarah had never anticipated reincarnating into the prestigious Green family!
Compared to the Baker family, hailed as a business empire, the Green family was by no means inferior!
As Sarah, or rather, Isabella Green, silently processed this information, the doctors concluded their examinations, stating, "The patient experienced severe oxygen deprivation after falling into the water, causing some damage to the brain. The specific aftereffects vary, but with proper care, recovery is possible."
Rebecca, torn between sorrow for her daughter's ordeal and relief at having saved her, was about to express gratitude to the doctors when the butler entered, bowing slightly and saying softly, "Larry Baker just came in for a routine checkup. Rebecca, would you like to greet him?"
Interactions among elite families were common, as long as the relationships weren't hostile. Larry Baker!
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the butler. "Which Baker family?"
Seeing Sarah's keen interest, Rebecca couldn't help but smile, gently patting her head. "Which Baker family? Naturally, the one on the east side of the city. You used to visit there, tagging along after Stephen, insisting on being his girlfriend. Have you forgotten?"
The original owner had been as blindly infatuated with Stephen as Sarah!
Isabella's chest surged with emotions.
Thinking her daughter was being shy, Rebecca quickly consoled her, patting her hand. "Mom was too meddlesome. Rest well. I'll go greet Larry and be right back."
"I'll go too!" Isabella suddenly raised her head, determination etched across her face.
Even now, she hadn't forgotten her grandfather's words—Larry Baker issued a warning, wisdom lies in self-awareness! He not only mocked her but blatantly insulted her grandfather!
"You, child!" Rebecca was accustomed to her daughter's obstinance. Thinking Isabella might be testing her luck or hoping to encounter Stephen, she sought the doctors' opinions. Once assured that a short walk wouldn't be detrimental, she acceded to her daughter's request.
Mother and daughter followed the butler, arriving at a suite on the far side of the floor. A gentle knock echoed on the door.
Inside, a handsome and aloof man abruptly swung open the door.
That familiar face appeared unexpectedly, right before her eyes!!!
Isabella shivered uncontrollably!!!
Stephen!
Never did she expect to meet him again so soon!
Stephen sharply glanced at her.
The daughter of the Green family seemed to possess a gaze wholly different from before.
Isabella lowered her eyes suddenly, slowly biting down on her clenched teeth.
Heaven had granted her a second chance at life.
This time, even if you are a "god" in the business world, I will spare no effort to crush you beneath my feet, reducing you to mere dust!
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