Midnight, a downpour.
The screeching sound of tires losing grip on the rain-slicked highway pierced the night. In an instant, a black sedan broke through the guardrail, plunging into the air from a height of dozens of meters.
The car crashed onto a slope littered with rocks, tumbling until it came to rest in an underground stream. In the drivers seat, Tom Wilson was covered in blood, with glass shards scattered all over him.
Fortunately, he was still alive.
"I knew it... driving on the highway in the rain, youre asking for death, arent you?" Tom cursed, wincing from the pain. Suddenly, his face froze as if he realized something.
Was that my voice... did I just say that?
Tom turned to look at himself in the rearview mirror, his face smeared with blood. He examined himself carefully, then suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek hard.
The cold sensation and pain shot through his brain, and Tom was taken aback. His expression became rich and varied.
First, there was surprise, then disbelief, and finally, a triumphant, maniacal laugh.
"Im finally out! Hahaha! No more being treated like a dog, taking all that crap!"
Tom couldnt help but laugh out loud, then winced in pain as he pulled at his wounds.
In his ecstasy, he also realized the danger he was in and immediately took out his phone to call for help.
An hour and a half later, an ambulance rushed to the scene and took Tom to the city hospital.
"Hes badly injured, contact his family quickly," the emergency doctor urged. But even after three hours of surgery, his family had not arrived at the hospital.
Tom, lying in the hospital bed, didnt find this strange. In the past three years since he had become a son-in-law in the Wilson family, his status was not even as high as the golden retriever Nancy Wilson kept. Even if he died in a car accident today, probably no one would come to collect his body.
Tom had been an orphan since childhood, drifting from place to place without parents, from the mountains to the big city, from street chairs to the short beds in the orphanage, suffering what others would experience in decades at a young age.
What was unknown to others was that this harsh and violent environment had caused him to suffer from a rare condition.
DID.
Commonly known as Dissociative Identity Disorder, it mostly appears in children who have suffered mental stimulation in childhood. The patients body would have multiple different personalities, and when switching personalities, the control of the body would also be handed over.
For the past ten years, personality had controlled this body, but six and a half hours ago, it disappeared in a car accident.
Now, this body has a new owner!
No longer weak! No longer enduring!
But like a bloodthirsty knife, sharp! Cold!
"Tom, where are you?" As the sun slowly rose in the east, the phone finally received the first call.
Hearing the familiar voice, Tom rarely showed a tender smile.
"Hi, dear," he greeted.
On the other end of the phone, Emily Wilson was slightly stunned, wondering why Tom suddenly addressed her like this? But there was no time to think about it, or Toms job might be in jeopardy.
Emily hurriedly asked, "Where are you now? When can the props for the crew be delivered? Were in a hurry here."
"Im in the hospital," Tom replied.
Emily was stunned: "What?"
"I said Im in the hospital," Tom said.
"In the hospital? What happened to you? Whats going on?" Emilys voice became anxious.
"The tire slipped, and I crashed into the mountain, just a scratch, its a minor thing."
"Why didnt you inform me..." Emily was so anxious that she stamped her foot, then suddenly remembered something and hung up the phone hurriedly.
Three minutes later, the phone rang again.
"Im sorry," Emilys voice was tinged with a faint cry, and the call records showed that there were dozens of missed calls last night, but she was too busy to pay attention.
"Its okay, its just a scratch," Tom said nonchalantly.
Emily: "Im coming to see you now."
After that, she hung up the phone.
On the hospital bed, Tom looked out the window, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
The Wilson family has three sisters, Nancy Wilson, a well-known national movie star, and Molly Wilson, the lead dancer of the S City Song and Dance Troupe, both have a promising future.
In contrast, as the eldest sister, Emily Wilson is mediocre.
The reason is simple, because Emily Wilson is a illegitimate child born to Richard Wilson during a period of wild oysters, although she has long been recognized, she simply cant get past the current wife.
Compared to family members, Emily Wilsons status is more like a nanny hired to work.
Thinking of this, Toms face gradually darkened.
If theres a difference between him and his past self, its his memory.
He has a good memory, especially for grudges.
If you respect me an inch, I will respect you a foot.
If you pass me an inch, I will return it to you ten feet! A hundred feet!
Bang!
The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Emily Wilson rushed in, panting. Seeing Tom, her eyes immediately filled with tears.
Tom didnt want to see her cry, so he quickly said, "Its okay, its just a scratch."
The doctor in charge of Tom also followed in. Seeing Emily Wilson, he hurriedly urged, "That, the surgery fee and hospitalization fee have not been paid yet."
Emily hurriedly searched her pockets, but still fell short of a thousand dollars in cash. She came out in a hurry, and didnt bring any bank cards, so she could only anxiously call home.
"Hello, mom..."
"Dududud..."
But she just called out "mom", and the other party hung up the phone.
Emily had to call again and again, but this time no one answered.
In the end, it was Richard Wilson who took the initiative to call Emily on his mobile phone.
"Hello, Nannan, your aunt has been watching the phone and doesnt let me answer. I thought it was you, whats wrong?" Richard Wilson said in a low voice.
"Dad, Tom had a car accident and is now in the hospital."
"What? How could this happen?" Hearing this, Richard Wilson was also shocked. Hearing his daughters crying voice, he couldnt sit still. "Its okay, girl, Ill send someone over right away."
Not long after the phone call ended, there was a sound of footsteps in the hospital corridor. Looking up, I saw five or six men in sunglasses and black suits rushing into the ward.
Emily Wilson recognized these as employees of her fathers company, and was about to get up to meet them, but unexpectedly, another figure came out of these people.
"Whats the hurry for that shameless person to run out? I thought it was a big deal." A middle-aged woman dressed in an expensive ladys dress walked in the door, her disdainful and disgusted gaze falling on Emily Wilson and Tom without any cover.
"Mom..." Seeing the woman, Emily Wilson panicked and subconsciously called out.
Hearing this, the woman frowned and shouted, "Shut up! You little wild seed, do you have the qualification to call me mom?"
Emily Wilson was at a loss, and was scolded by her to lower her head.