Her skin was perfectly smooth. There was no jagged scar.

Her fingers trembled slightly before she pulled her hand away, meeting her own

gaze in the mirror. "Forget it. Overthinking won't change anything."

She would deal with whatever came her way when the time came.

Once she made up her mind, she pushed the anxiety aside.

She was never going to rely on anyone again. As long as she stayed fiercely independent, no one could destroy her.

The next day, Lemira headed to her dorm.

She spotted a familiar-looking little shopping bag sitting on her desk.

Janice poked her head out from her bunk. "Someone dropped that off for you earlier.

Looks like high-end skincare. Is it from your Everhart heir?"

After all, Orion had showered her with lavish gifts before.

Lemira pulled the box out. Sure enough, it was the Regeniskin Advanced Scar

Serum Rowan had tried to give her last night.

She wondered if the formula was the exact same one from her previous life.

She twisted the cap off. The moment the scent hit the air, all color drained from her face.

It was the exact same smell.

But in her past life, this serum had only been perfected after months of horrific experiments on her ruined face!

In this life, none of that had happened. How could the serum exist in its finalized form?

For a terrifying moment, Lemira's mind short-circuited into absolute panic.

Stella Waverly walked over. "Lemira, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Janice sniffed the air. "It smells nice. Do you not like it?"

Lemira slammed the jar down on the desk. She grabbed a wet wipe and scrubbed her fingers frantically, glaring at the jar. "No. I don't."

Just the smell was enough to drag her back into the agonizing torture of her past. "If you don't like it, just toss it."

Janice tightly capped the jar. "But seriously, you look sick. Are you allergic to it? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No. I'm fine."

Lemira sank into her chair, her eyes locked on the jar, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She felt like her entire reality was slipping out of her control.

What the hell was going on?

Her rebirth had altered the timeline, yet certain massive events were still locking into place.

Was fate just redirecting the tragedies onto other people?

Suddenly, Mrs. Amanda's illness clicked in her mind. A sudden, aggressive disease requiring a kidney transplant.

In her past life, the transplant plot had revolved entirely around her and Evelina.

Lemira didn't know if it was a horrifying coincidence, but the parallel made her blood run cold.

Stella handed her a glass of water. "Lemira, who actually sent you this? Was it not the Everhart guy?"

"No. I stopped by the Langston estate last night. Because of the ongoing trial, all my brothers are back in town. Including my third brother, Rowan."

Stella gasped. "I've heard of him! He's a medical genius. He recently launched this miracle scar serum, and the elite socialites are literally fighting ever buy it overit You ca with money right now."

Janice looked skeptical. "Is it really that magical? Sounds like a scam. It's not like the Langston brothers have a track record of being decent human beings."

Lemira nodded toward the desk. "That's the serum right there."

Stella's eyes went wide. "I heard this stuff goes for thousands of dollars an ounce. You have two whole jars. If you flipped these on the black market, you'd make tens o thousands."

Janice still wasn't buying it. "Are you serious? Lemira looked like she wanted to

vomit just smelling it."

"The results are real," Lemira said quietly.

She had to admit that much.

But staring at the jar, a suffocating dread wrapped around her throat.

She was suddenly terrified that this new life was just an elaborate hallucination.

What if she woke up tomorrow, still locked inside that psychiatric ward?

What if she was just a crazy woman making all of this up?