Chapter 4 Too Good for Her

Sandra's pupils suddenly contracted as she thrashed violently in the river.

It all happened so fast. She was completely unprepared. She screamed, "Help! Help! I can't swim!"

People on the shore heard her cries.

Ryan was the first to turn around. He immediately spotted Abigail standing by the water's edge. "Abigail!"

The rest of the Rodriguez family also noticed the commotion.

"Someone fell in the water!" A shout went through the crowd. Guests rushed toward the riverbank.

Abigail stood up and watched Sandra in the water.

Sandra appeared to be panicking, but her body was quietly moving toward the reeds.

Hidden there was the oxygen tank she had prepared in advance—her escape tool.

According to the plan, she would use the equipment to swim downstream, where Ethan would be waiting to pick her up.

But when Sandra found the mask in the reeds and tried to breathe in, there wasn't a trace of oxygen inside. She tried again. Nothing.

Panic seized her instantly.

She threw away the mask and swam toward shore with all her strength. "Help!"

This time, her voice came from the heart, trembling uncontrollably.

Abigail quietly watched as Sandra's pretense crumbled bit by bit, fear fully exposed on her face. She slowly curved her lips into a smile.

In the brief moment before everyone rushed over, Abigail jumped into the river.

Sandra saw her swimming toward her. A strong sense of unease rose in her chest. She instinctively backed away. "What are you doing?"

Abigail reached her, grabbed her hair, and shoved her head hard under the water.

Sandra choked on river water, twisting her body desperately, her hands clawing wildly at Abigail's face.

Abigail turned her head to dodge and used her other hand to press down on the back of Sandra's head, pushing her deeper.

People on shore couldn't see the details underwater. They only saw two figures moving in the water and assumed Abigail was trying to save her.

"Quick, find someone! Get security!" Ryan shouted loudly. "Abigail's not a strong swimmer!"

Moments later, Abigail pulled Sandra out of the water.

Sandra gasped for air, her eyes bloodshot, her lips turning blue-purple, her body shaking constantly.

She used her remaining strength to speak with difficulty, "You—you're trying to kill me."

Abigail laughed softly, "Didn't you jump in yourself?"

As her words fell, she pushed Sandra under again. This time, Sandra's strength gradually disappeared.

Abigail watched as her face slowly turned deep purple, her eyes shifting from terror to complete despair. A wave of dark pleasure swept over her.

She remembered her past life—Sandra's expression when she learned of her assault, the way she smiled while holding a child, and her cold attitude when Abigail's uterus was cut out.

Abigail pulled Sandra out of the water, then pushed her under again and again.

She remembered those men at the border club who had hurt her. They had tormented her this way too, saying the more the victim struggled, the more excited they became.

Now she finally understood that twisted pleasure.

Sandra completely stopped struggling. Her face turned dark purple-red, her eyes rolled back. No more bubbles came from her mouth—only foam mixed with blood kept pouring out.

Abigail looked at her dying state, the memory of a gun pressed against her temple flashing through her mind. She slowly let go.

What a shame. This ending was too easy for her.

Urgent footsteps and shouts grew closer—security had arrived.

Abigail immediately teared up, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Quick! Save my sister!"

Her movements were clumsy and panicked, splashing the water surface, looking like someone who could barely swim but insisted on saving another.

Security jumped into the water and pulled the unconscious Sandra to shore. Ryan reached out and dragged the soaking wet Abigail back to the bank.

Abigail collapsed to her knees, her body shaking, tears streaming down. "Sandra, wake up. Don't scare me."

Ryan took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Abigail, don't cry. Sandra will be fine."

Abigail threw herself into his arms. "Ryan, I'm so scared. I'm really afraid something will happen to her."

Ryan gently patted her back, comforting her softly.

The guests who witnessed everything were moved.

"The Rodriguez family's eldest daughter is so kind-hearted. She can barely swim, but she risked her life to save someone."

"When I saw her jump in just now, I was really worried."

"The two sisters have such a deep bond. It's really touching."

Jason rushed over at that moment. "What happened?"

Ryan shook his head. "Abigail went into the water to save Sandra. She swallowed a lot of river water."

Jason looked at Abigail, her face covered in tears. Abigail looked up, her voice choked, "Jason, will Sandra be okay?"

Jason sighed. "Don't worry. She'll be fine."

Just then, Sandra suddenly coughed and spat out a large mouthful of water.

"She's awake!" someone shouted.

Sandra slowly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused, her body still convulsing. The water in her lungs made it hard to speak. She could only keep coughing, each time bringing up traces of blood.

Abigail immediately rushed forward and held her tightly. "Sandra, you're so foolish. Why would you do something so stupid?"

Her expression and crying were incredibly genuine. Her acting was flawless.

Sandra's eyes were full of fear. She wanted to speak up and accuse her, but her throat was blocked by river water. No sound came out.

Abigail leaned close to her ear and whispered, so low that only the two of them could hear, "Don't worry. Next time, I won't let you come back to shore alive."

Sandra's whole body went rigid. Her pupils dilated. Her heart filled with terror. She wanted to accuse Abigail but still couldn't make a sound.

Medical personnel quickly arrived. Ryan helped Abigail to the side. "Let the doctor examine her first."

Someone nearby handed over a towel. People kept praising Abigail's bravery and again expressing admiration for the sisters' bond.

Abigail took the towel and wiped the water from her face. Hidden behind the towel, the corners of her mouth quietly turned up.

In her past life, Sandra had used a carefully planned fake death to gain everyone's sympathy and personally pushed Abigail into the abyss.

Now her fake act had turned into a real drowning crisis, while Abigail had become the good person who risked her life to save her.

How ironic.

Abigail looked toward the river. The surface had long since returned to calm.

Sandra's dying state kept flashing through her mind—the rolled-back eyes, the bloody foam, the completely desperate expression. The feeling pulled her in.

But this was far from enough.

She wiped the water from her face clean. A cold chill passed through her eyes.

All of this was merely a beginning.