I quickly adjusted to the fact that I had been reborn.
Lying in bed, I placed my hand on my swollen belly, my heart heavy with grief.
Hearing Martha push open the bedroom door, I quickly closed my eyes.
Suddenly, Lily’s anxious voice rang out.
“Mom, my stomach hurts so bad. Do you think I’m going into labor today?”
Martha immediately scolded her. “Keep your voice down! Don’t let her hear you.”
Lily fell silent, but soon began moaning in pain again. “Mom, it’s starting again. I can’t take it!”
“Oh lord, you can’t give birth now! It has to be on the same day as her, remember?”
My heart skipped a beat. So they had planned this all along.
But what shocked me even more was what I heard next.
“Mom, with all those drugs you’ve been giving her, is the baby really dead?”
I felt like a knife had been plunged straight into my heart.
Gritting my teeth, I listened to Martha’s confident reply:
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“If it’s not dead, it won’t survive long after birth anyway. That’s what happens when you’re carrying a girl.”
No wonder. My baby had always been perfectly healthy.
Just last month at my checkup, the doctor said everything looked great.
I never imagined it would suddenly stop moving like this.
I wanted nothing more than to kill them right then and there.
“Ahh, Mom, I can’t take it anymore! The pain is unbearable – I really think I’m going into labor. Please, do something! Make her go to the hospital to give birth today too.”
“Alright, I’ll give her the abortion medication now.”
I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to tear them apart.
Even now, I couldn’t understand why they would do this to me.
I had been nothing but kind to Lily.
When she got divorced while pregnant, I immediately invited her to live with us, not wanting her to be alone.
Every prenatal vitamin and supplement I took, I made sure Lily had too.
I even helped prepare her hospital bag and bought a set of baby clothes and diapers for her child.
But I never imagined she and Martha had been plotting together all along to kill my baby and have me raise Lily’s child instead.
I couldn’t fathom why. My baby was Martha’s own flesh and blood grandchild too. Why would she want to kill it just to have me raise Lily’s baby instead?
In my past life, I suddenly developed cancer. Was that related to them as well?
After all, Martha had prepared all my food and drinks.
2:05 PM
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The more I thought about it, the more horrified I became.
Just then, Martha pushed open the bedroom door, carrying a glass of milk.
Her face was beaming like a chrysanthemum.
“Chloe dear, wake up and have some milk.”
Looking at that wrinkled old face, I wanted nothing more than to slap her hard.
But I couldn’t. Not yet.
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I would make them pay for everything they owed me, slowly and painfully.
I carried the milk into the living room.
Lily’s face was deathly pale.
Good. I hope the pain kills you.
“Chloe, hurry and drink it before it gets cold,” Lily urged.
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I set the milk aside and stood up with a smile. “My stomach feels a bit off. I don’t want milk – I’m craving some steamed buns from that shop
down the street.”
“Absolutely not!” Martha and Lily cried in unison.
Martha reached out to stop me.
I shoved her hand away. I wasn’t going to the hospital today no matter what.
Let’s see what they could do about it.
“Mom!” Lily suddenly let out an agonized scream.
Her skirt was soaked through.
Her water had broken.
Martha’s face turned ghostly white.
Just as I was about to gloat, Martha suddenly shoved me hard.
My belly slammed into the ground.
Blood gushed between my legs.
The pain made me black out.
When I came to again, it was just like in my past life.
Martha’s face was wreathed in smiles as she cradled a tiny infant.
“Chloe, look! You’ve given birth to a big, healthy boy.”
“He’s so adorable and chubby. You did so well, Chloe,” she cooed, placing the baby in my arms.
Lily suddenly rushed over and snatched the baby from Martha.
“Mom, let me hold him for a bit.”
Her face was deathly pale and she staggered as she clutched the tiny infant tightly to her chest.
2:05 PM
