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“Lucas Carter, are you trying to drive your sister to her death? Lily lost her own baby and has been suicidal. She finally found meaning in life by caring for your son. She’s been looking after him day and night. And not only are you ungrateful, you want to take the baby away from her?”
“How can you be so heartless!”
Lucas hung his head without arguing back.
I immediately stepped forward.
2:05 PM
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“Martha, we know Lily is devastated about losing her baby. But Noah is our son, and I need him too.”
“We suggested the trip because we’re grateful for how much work Lily has done caring for Noah. We wanted her to have a nice break.”
Martha shoved me to the ground, pointing and yelling:
“Chloe Chapman, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! You suggested this trip and wouldn’t let Lily take Noah because you’re trying to steal him away from her!”
I laughed coldly. The fox’s tail was finally showing.
“Martha, what are you talking about? Noah is my son. How could I be ‘stealing‘ him from Lily?”
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Martha realized she had slipped up. She raised her hand and slapped me hard.
“You ungrateful wretch! You’re nothing but trouble! You’re trying to drive Lily to her death!”
This was the first time in my life I had been hit. The pain and humiliation made me want to slap her right back.
“Lucas, tell me – is Noah your sister’s child, or ours?”
Lucas pulled me protectively into his arms, his voice shaking.
“Mom, Noah is our son. We’re grateful Lily has been helping us care for him, but she shouldn’t think he’s hers.”
Martha raised her hand to slap Lucas again.
This time, Lucas caught her wrist.
“Mom, that’s enough. Chloe explained everything clearly. We can take care of our own child.”
Martha was stunned. She hadn’t expected Lucas to stand up to her.
She glared at me with utter hatred.
“Big brother…” Lily’s face was deathly pale as she fell to her knees.
“Please, I’m begging you. Let me take care of Noah. You can treat me like a nanny or housekeeper, I don’t care. I just can’t bear to be separated from him.”
“Absolutely not! If you keep caring for him full–time, he’ll start to think you’re his mother. He might not even recognize us as his parents. How ridiculous would that be?”
Lucas finally didn’t give in this time.
Lily stared at me, her eyes filled with loathing.
She ripped the bandage off her wrist, causing the wound to reopen and bleed.
“Big brother, do you want me to die? Don’t forget, I saved your life when we were kids.”
“You promised you’d give me anything I wanted. Have you forgotten? All I want now is to take care of Noah. You have to let me!”
Lucas suddenly went rigid, unable to say a word.
Martha chimed in coldly:
“He’s long forgotten his place. We should have just let those men beat him to death back then.”
Lucas’s face turned ashen. He swayed unsteadily on his feet.
The doctor came in just then and shooed us out of the room.
2:06 PM
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I finally realized there was something strange about Lucas’s background.
This time, I wouldn’t let Lucas keep secrets from me.
Unable to resist my pleading and threats, Lucas finally told me the truth – he wasn’t Martha’s biological son.
He had been kidnapped as a child. After escaping his captors, he was caught by a gang who wanted to cripple him and force him to beg on the
streets.
Lily saw what was happening and cried, begging Martha to take him in.
No wonder Lucas had bent over backwards all these years to provide for Martha and Lily.
It also explained how Martha could be so heartless as to poison me and kill my baby just to have us raise Lily’s child instead.
And in my past life, when Lucas died in the car accident, Martha showed no grief at all. She only cared about how much death compensation money she could get. Now it all made sense.
Lucas held me tightly, tears streaming down his face.
“I’m so sorry, honey. They saved my life and raised me. I can’t refuse them anything.”
But Lucas had already repaid them many times over in the past 30+ years.
Since they refused to let go, we would slowly force them to release their grip.
We would gradually wear away their so–called “kindness” until nothing remained.
Death by a thousand cuts would be far more painful.
