"Through conversation, I learned that they were both professors. They seemed very well-mannered, and I tried my best to behave properly. I succeeded. I became the Bells' adopted son."
"Two days later, Mrs. Cornan called and said an owl had delivered a letter for me. It was from Hogwarts, inviting me to study there. But the Bells refused. They wanted me to attend Wharton Public School."
"On September 1, 1991, I enrolled at Wharton Public School. It was a top-ranked school, but when I started there, I always felt as if I had missed something..."
"September 6 was a bright, breezy morning. On my way to school, a dump truck suddenly lost control and charged straight at me."
"I died..."
"Before I died, I shed tears of regret. If I hadn't chosen to be adopted by the Bells that day, I wouldn't have gone to Wharton Public School, wouldn't have taken that road, and wouldn't have been run over by that dump truck..."
"If only time could start over..."
Lucas frowned at the diary before him, then glanced at the time on the wall clock. August 26, 1991.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Lucas, are you up? Hurry and get ready. A couple wants to adopt you..."
Lucas stared at the diary in shock.
What was going on?
"Lucas?" Mrs. Cornan's voice came again.
"C-Coming!" Lucas hid his doubts, changed clothes, closed the diary, and tucked it into a drawer.
He walked out and followed Mrs. Cornan downstairs. Sure enough, a middle-aged couple was waiting in the reception room below.
"Hello, Lucas." The woman with curly blonde hair greeted him. "I'm Mary Bell, and this is my husband, Donald Bell."
"Hello." The other man waved as well.
Bell.
Just like the diary said.
He silently sat opposite