chapter 2
Seeing the name "Thomas" flashing on the phone screen, my right eyelid started twitching.
Seeing me hesitate to answer the call, Emilia anxiously nudged my arm.
She said, "Claire, what are you doing? It's your husband's call. Answer it quickly."
After saying that, she didn't wait for me to refuse and directly answered the call for me.
The next second, Thomas's voice came through. "Claire, have you gotten in the car?"
I could only say, "Yes, I got in the car."
Thomas asked again, "Claire, is your seat on the outside?"
This sentence instantly made me alert. I asked, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Thomas smiled and said, "Why don't you pay more attention when you're out? Emilia is pregnant, sitting inside would be very inconvenient."
Hearing his words, Emilia kept nodding. "See, Claire. You should have let me sit outside."
I ignored what they said and hung up the phone directly.
I said to Emilia, "Emilia, if you want to change seats, ask someone else. I don't want to switch."
Rejected again, Emilia's face turned very unpleasant. She held her phone and started typing.
I don't care who she's messaging. I just want to know why Thomas is helping Emilia.
Could it be that they have a secret they can't let others know?
I shook my head and quickly ruled out that possibility.
Emilia and I have been friends since middle school, and I met Thomas through a blind date.
Before this, they didn't know each other at all.
What's more, Emilia was already married before I met Thomas.
And ever since Emilia got married, Ive rarely seen her.
She said she spends all day at home learning from an etiquette teacher.
Even when she goes out, she has bodyguards with her.
Even if they wanted something to happen, its impossible.
To make sure nothing goes wrong, I got up and pushed the suitcase further into the luggage rack.
I completely ignored Emilia's resentful gaze the whole time.
During that time, we didnt say a word.
Two minutes before the next stop, Emilia stood up.
She impatiently nudged my leg. "Move. I need to get out."
I immediately became alert. "Where are you going?"
Emilia sniffed. "I need to use the restroom. Move quickly, I can't hold it anymore."
Hearing her words, I immediately stood up and moved to the aisle, making room for Emilia.
Emilia shot me a fierce glare, then went to the restroom.
Looking at the overhead luggage, I still felt a bit worried.
The station announcement for arrival sounded again. As passengers got off, Emilia calmly walked up to me.
She said, "I want to go in."
I stood in the crowded aisle, my eyes never leaving Emilia.
She slowly walked toward the seat. Suddenly, the luggage rack shook.
Immediately, the suitcase I had placed earlier fell straight down.
I froze, because this scene was exactly the same as in my previous life.
The suitcase landed right on Emilia. She instinctively sat down on the seat. The suitcase jolted and then landed directly on her stomach.
In an instant, Emilia let out a cry of pain. "My stomach! It hurts so much!"
The passengers who were about to get off quickly moved aside, making way for the male police officer Michael Gray and the female attendant Alice Morgan.
I stood there in a daze, the smell of blood rushing into my nose.
My body reacted faster than my mind. I rushed over and asked, "Emilia, are you okay?"
Emilia didnt answer me and kept crying out in pain on the seat.
Soon, she was lifted onto a stretcher and sent to a nearby hospital. As her companion, I went along with her.