Chapter 9
The morning before James‘ race, I quietly went to the garage and, with no control over my actions, began loosening some critical screws on
his car.
Once I left the garage, I finally pulled out the phone I had been secretly recording video with and sent the footage to the family group chat. According to the plot, Lily would pull up the surveillance footage later that morning and expose me.
Ever since I realized that whenever a major plot point was triggered, I lost control of my actions, even my speech, I decided it was best to leave
and avoid making a fuss in front of everyone.
James, however, chose to trust me, the one who had been by his side all these years, and he took the car with the sabotaged parts to the race anyway. In the end, his death would serve as the final proof to my family that I was nothing but a snake in the grass, full of ambition and malice.
But now, before the tragedy struck, I wanted to do everything I could to prevent it.
I left the house quietly, drove to the side of the road, had a few beers, and deliberately crashed into a few public fixtures. Just as dawn was
breaking, the police caught me.
None of the family had slept that night. The next morning, Lily, true to the storyline, came forward with the evidence to expose me.
Even though I had always been nothing more than a moving blood bag to my parents, after all these years, they truly did see me as their daughter. They never thought I could do something like this.
Mom cried uncontrollably, and Dad spoke up. “James, if this is the case, you shouldn’t go to the race today. Just stay home.”
James, who had been silent with his head down, glanced at his phone. He saw the video I had posted in the family chat and, clenching his fists, he said to them, “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. I’ll prove to you that Sophia isn’t like this.”
Without another word, he left for the garage and drove off. No one tried to stop him.
At the race, James followed the instructions in my video and fixed the loose parts himself. He had even had the car checked multiple times by a professional. He saved the evidence and sent the updated footage to the family chat.
This would be the last race of his career. The factors that led to his injury were far beyond just the car’s issues. Even though the plot had already decided he would die in this race, James still wanted to participate. This race represented one of the few dreams he had as James
Davis.
The race was intense. James pushed himself to the limit as he navigated the course. Just as he was about to cross the finish line, the car’s engine suddenly sparked, and James realized the brakes had failed.
If he couldn’t stop in time, there was a high chance the car would flip and he would die.
In an instant, with only about 300 feet to go, he swerved the steering wheel and veered off the track, hoping the mud and debris on the side would slow him down. The car finally came to a stop.
Miraculously, James survived, but the crowd was left in awe.
“Ah, what happened in the last 300 feet? Looks like James deliberately held back, perhaps trying to leave a memorable impression on the audience in this way. We’ll discuss this later, the commentator said.
At that moment, James realized it didn’t matter whether he came in first or not. He was the first to cross the finish line, and he wasn’t hurt. From that moment on, he could return to take over the family business with no regrets.
