That night, Seo-yeon sat in her room, staring at the notebook.
Her father was alive.
But he wasn't safe.
Not really.
Debt didn't disappear just because death didn't happen.
Pressure didn't disappear just because fate changed.
Her pen hovered above the page.
In her first life, she never interfered.
She never acted.
She let life happen to her.
She let herself fall apart.
She wouldn't do that again.
Not this time.
Her fingers tightened.
She wrote:
The problem was never the accident.
She paused.
Then continued:
The problem was always the debt.
Her heart pounded.
She didn't know how yet.
But she knew what she needed to do.
She needed to remove the root.
Not the symptom.
She needed to save him.
Not just from death—
But from the life that led him there.