Before the Fatal Crash, I Reborn and Raged

In my last life, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, a trust fund brat, pretended to be a wealthy heir and caused trouble. After I exposed him, he angrily drove his car straight into me. As I lay dying, my girlfriend’s sister knelt and begged her to save my life, but she remained indifferent. “No way. Vance is too high-status to dirty his hands for this insignificant nobody. Don’t think that just because you’re dating me, you can get arrogant. Know your place!” My girlfriend’s sister knelt for three days and three nights, eventually dragged away by the brat, abused, humiliated, and left for dead. Until my heart stopped, my girlfriend was still protecting the brat, covering up his crimes, refusing to believe he had hit someone with his car, and then assaulted her sister. Reborn, I didn't choose to humbly beg my girlfriend to even look at me. Instead, I first called my eldest brother. “Bro, some jerk is impersonating me and causing trouble. Get someone to handle it.”