Brian stood frozen in shock, his mind unable to process what he’d just heard. Behind him, a wail erupted. "My grandson! How could you turn my precious grandson into a tumor?" The nurse, fully aware of his mother’s outrageous behavior in the ambulance, glared at her with visible disdain. "Don’t be ridiculous. We’re a reputable hospital. How could we ‘switch’ a baby with a tumor? Your daughter-in-law didn’t attend a single prenatal check-up and managed to grow a malignant tumor larger than a baby. Frankly, we’re the ones who are shocked." Brian and his mother exchanged a look, their mutual disappointment clear in each other’s eyes. The nurse, growing impatient, shoved the consent form into Brian’s hands. "Sign this immediately. The tumor has caused a uterine rupture, and if we don’t operate now, it will be life-threatening!" Brian stood there dazed, as if floating in a fog, and raised the pen to sign, only for his mother to slap it away. "Sign? For what? Do you know how ex
Brian and my mom stared at me in disbelief when I didn’t immediately agree to their demands and instead questioned them calmly and logically. "Fiona Lowe, we’re your family!" "You ungrateful child! Is this really what you think of us?" Before I could reply, a cool voice cut through their tirade. "Your way of showing love to Fiona is to deliver news of Sharon’s death while she’s recovering postpartum and then demand money from her?" I turned to see my husband, Cyrus Goodwin, walking in. A faint smile touched my lips. "You’re back. Did you bring my clam chowder?" Cyrus knelt down, carefully opened the container, and blew on the spoon before holding it to my lips. "Take it slow. It’s still hot." Brian, who had been seething on the sidelines, finally snapped. With a furious yell, he slapped the bowl out of Cyrus’ hand. "Didn’t you hear me? My wife is dead because of Fiona! And you two still dare to flaunt your happiness in front of me? Do you think I’m just going to let th
After Brian finished speaking, he crossed his arms smugly and looked at me with a victorious gleam in his eyes.I could clearly read the message in his expression: "If you won’t give me money, I’ll make sure you pay for it."His words made Cyrus’ face darken immediately.Sensing an opening, my mom quickly stepped up beside Brian, backing him up."That’s right! Fiona, you ungrateful child, since you refuse to help me and your brother, we won’t cover for you anymore. Get ready to be thrown out by the Goodwin family!"I thought that after everything I endured in my past life, nothing could truly shock me anymore.But once again, the two of them managed to push the limits of what I thought was possible.Cyrus’ face grew more grim, while the smiles on Mom and Brian’s faces grew wider and wider.Their smug satisfaction didn’t last long.Cyrus calmly pulled out his phone and called his lawyer. "These two just slandered my wife right in front of me. File a lawsuit against them."My mom’s face
"Mom, doesn’t my skin look even more yellow? I feel like I’m turning into pure gold!" "Yes, yes, Sharon! I’d say you’re carrying our golden blessed child!” I opened my eyes in shock and saw my mom holding a large bowl of chicken soup, doting on my sister-in-law. When Sharon Fox noticed me, she quickly handed me the bowl. "Fiona, you drink this first. Even if I’m carrying a golden blessed child, you’ll always be our family’s sweetheart." I glanced at the oily broth floating in the clear soup and raised an eyebrow at her. "I’m going to the hospital for a check-up. Are you coming?" My mom’s expression changed instantly. She rushed to stop Sharon from getting up. "You mustn’t go to places like that. What if it offends the blessed child? How will we ever get rich then?" Sharon’s eyes flashed with a trace of defiance, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. "I’d love to go with you, Fiona, but hospitals are just so inconvenient for someone like me." She leaned back into the s
After a thorough check-up confirmed that my baby was perfectly healthy, I finally felt at ease and headed home. The moment I walked through the door, Sharon’s greedy eyes darted to my hands. Seeing that they were empty, she frowned and sank back into the couch. "Fiona, honestly, you’re a grown woman. How do you always come home empty-handed? I’m only saying this because we’re close. Next time, you should—oh!" Before she could finish, she clutched her stomach and let out a groan. My mom, alarmed, rushed over to the couch and pressed her ear to Sharon’s belly. "Let me listen! What’s wrong with my precious grandson?" In just a few moments, Sharon’s once rosy complexion turned pale. "It hurts so much! Take me to the hospital. I feel like I’m dying!" Hearing that, my mom’s face clouded with disapproval. "How many times have I told you? That’s the reincarnation of a golden blessed child in there. We can’t take him to a filthy place like a hospital. And stop comparing yourself to
Sharon dragged me to the largest supermarket in the city, piling the shopping cart high with expensive, gourmet ingredients as if they were free. I waved it off without a care and paid for everything. On the way home, I reminded her with a cheerful tone, "You’re carrying the golden blessed child, the pride of our family. Make sure Mom prepares all this properly for you." Stuffing a spoonful of her dessert parfait into her mouth, Sharon nodded eagerly. "Don’t worry, Fiona. You’ll always be the family’s favorite. Even the little golden nephew wouldn’t dare outshine you!"Under my and Mom’s dedicated care, Sharon’s belly swelled rapidly, as if inflated like a balloon. Even my usually indifferent brother couldn’t help but comment when he saw her. "You and Fiona got pregnant around the same time, so how is your belly twice the size of hers?" Sharon playfully smacked his arm, clearly annoyed. "I’m carrying the golden blessed child, while she’s carrying an ordinary baby. Of course, my
"There are no signs of life." My mom exploded instantly, slapping the nurse across the face with such force it echoed through the ambulance. "Who do you think you are, cursing my grandson? I’ll beat you to death for that!" As I focused on taking deep breaths to relax, I watched my usually composed and graceful mom lose all control. She started smashing the equipment inside the ambulance and lunged at the nurse again. The nurse, already shaken by the sight of the stillborn fetus inside Sharon, burst into tears as she clutched her stinging cheek. Seeing their colleague attacked, the other nurses quickly restrained my mom and called the police. Once pinned down, my mom seemed to snap out of her frenzy and began shouting at me. "Fiona! You’ve got money! Pay them off! Let’s settle this quietly!" Ignoring her cries, I closed my eyes and leaned back, feigning exhaustion. "Mom, I’m feeling really dizzy and unwell right now. I can’t deal with you." The ambulance soon arrived at
After Brian finished speaking, he crossed his arms smugly and looked at me with a victorious gleam in his eyes.I could clearly read the message in his expression: "If you won’t give me money, I’ll make sure you pay for it."His words made Cyrus’ face darken immediately.Sensing an opening, my mom quickly stepped up beside Brian, backing him up."That’s right! Fiona, you ungrateful child, since you refuse to help me and your brother, we won’t cover for you anymore. Get ready to be thrown out by the Goodwin family!"I thought that after everything I endured in my past life, nothing could truly shock me anymore.But once again, the two of them managed to push the limits of what I thought was possible.Cyrus’ face grew more grim, while the smiles on Mom and Brian’s faces grew wider and wider.Their smug satisfaction didn’t last long.Cyrus calmly pulled out his phone and called his lawyer. "These two just slandered my wife right in front of me. File a lawsuit against them."My mom’s face
Brian and my mom stared at me in disbelief when I didn’t immediately agree to their demands and instead questioned them calmly and logically. "Fiona Lowe, we’re your family!" "You ungrateful child! Is this really what you think of us?" Before I could reply, a cool voice cut through their tirade. "Your way of showing love to Fiona is to deliver news of Sharon’s death while she’s recovering postpartum and then demand money from her?" I turned to see my husband, Cyrus Goodwin, walking in. A faint smile touched my lips. "You’re back. Did you bring my clam chowder?" Cyrus knelt down, carefully opened the container, and blew on the spoon before holding it to my lips. "Take it slow. It’s still hot." Brian, who had been seething on the sidelines, finally snapped. With a furious yell, he slapped the bowl out of Cyrus’ hand. "Didn’t you hear me? My wife is dead because of Fiona! And you two still dare to flaunt your happiness in front of me? Do you think I’m just going to let th
Brian stood frozen in shock, his mind unable to process what he’d just heard. Behind him, a wail erupted. "My grandson! How could you turn my precious grandson into a tumor?" The nurse, fully aware of his mother’s outrageous behavior in the ambulance, glared at her with visible disdain. "Don’t be ridiculous. We’re a reputable hospital. How could we ‘switch’ a baby with a tumor? Your daughter-in-law didn’t attend a single prenatal check-up and managed to grow a malignant tumor larger than a baby. Frankly, we’re the ones who are shocked." Brian and his mother exchanged a look, their mutual disappointment clear in each other’s eyes. The nurse, growing impatient, shoved the consent form into Brian’s hands. "Sign this immediately. The tumor has caused a uterine rupture, and if we don’t operate now, it will be life-threatening!" Brian stood there dazed, as if floating in a fog, and raised the pen to sign, only for his mother to slap it away. "Sign? For what? Do you know how ex
Brian fell silent for a moment before softening his tone. "Fiona, what kind of talk is that? We're family. There’s no ‘yours’ or ‘mine.’ Everyone in the family loves you the most. Now that there’s trouble, of course, it’s your responsibility to step up." Listening to his ridiculous reasoning, I let out a cold laugh and hung up without another word. My husband, watching my reaction, hesitated before speaking cautiously. "Fiona, shouldn’t we help the family out a little?" I sighed, looking at his tentative expression. "Fine, send someone to keep an eye on things at the city hospital. But don’t spend a single penny. Oh, and make sure to get my mom out on bail and send her back to the hospital." After all, how could I let her miss the spectacle when she’s been so eager to hold her golden blessed grandchild? My husband quickly sent his assistant, who soon streamed live updates back to us. The scene outside the delivery room was utter chaos. Brian was shielding Sharon while shout
"There are no signs of life." My mom exploded instantly, slapping the nurse across the face with such force it echoed through the ambulance. "Who do you think you are, cursing my grandson? I’ll beat you to death for that!" As I focused on taking deep breaths to relax, I watched my usually composed and graceful mom lose all control. She started smashing the equipment inside the ambulance and lunged at the nurse again. The nurse, already shaken by the sight of the stillborn fetus inside Sharon, burst into tears as she clutched her stinging cheek. Seeing their colleague attacked, the other nurses quickly restrained my mom and called the police. Once pinned down, my mom seemed to snap out of her frenzy and began shouting at me. "Fiona! You’ve got money! Pay them off! Let’s settle this quietly!" Ignoring her cries, I closed my eyes and leaned back, feigning exhaustion. "Mom, I’m feeling really dizzy and unwell right now. I can’t deal with you." The ambulance soon arrived at
Sharon dragged me to the largest supermarket in the city, piling the shopping cart high with expensive, gourmet ingredients as if they were free. I waved it off without a care and paid for everything. On the way home, I reminded her with a cheerful tone, "You’re carrying the golden blessed child, the pride of our family. Make sure Mom prepares all this properly for you." Stuffing a spoonful of her dessert parfait into her mouth, Sharon nodded eagerly. "Don’t worry, Fiona. You’ll always be the family’s favorite. Even the little golden nephew wouldn’t dare outshine you!"Under my and Mom’s dedicated care, Sharon’s belly swelled rapidly, as if inflated like a balloon. Even my usually indifferent brother couldn’t help but comment when he saw her. "You and Fiona got pregnant around the same time, so how is your belly twice the size of hers?" Sharon playfully smacked his arm, clearly annoyed. "I’m carrying the golden blessed child, while she’s carrying an ordinary baby. Of course, my
After a thorough check-up confirmed that my baby was perfectly healthy, I finally felt at ease and headed home. The moment I walked through the door, Sharon’s greedy eyes darted to my hands. Seeing that they were empty, she frowned and sank back into the couch. "Fiona, honestly, you’re a grown woman. How do you always come home empty-handed? I’m only saying this because we’re close. Next time, you should—oh!" Before she could finish, she clutched her stomach and let out a groan. My mom, alarmed, rushed over to the couch and pressed her ear to Sharon’s belly. "Let me listen! What’s wrong with my precious grandson?" In just a few moments, Sharon’s once rosy complexion turned pale. "It hurts so much! Take me to the hospital. I feel like I’m dying!" Hearing that, my mom’s face clouded with disapproval. "How many times have I told you? That’s the reincarnation of a golden blessed child in there. We can’t take him to a filthy place like a hospital. And stop comparing yourself to
"Mom, doesn’t my skin look even more yellow? I feel like I’m turning into pure gold!" "Yes, yes, Sharon! I’d say you’re carrying our golden blessed child!” I opened my eyes in shock and saw my mom holding a large bowl of chicken soup, doting on my sister-in-law. When Sharon Fox noticed me, she quickly handed me the bowl. "Fiona, you drink this first. Even if I’m carrying a golden blessed child, you’ll always be our family’s sweetheart." I glanced at the oily broth floating in the clear soup and raised an eyebrow at her. "I’m going to the hospital for a check-up. Are you coming?" My mom’s expression changed instantly. She rushed to stop Sharon from getting up. "You mustn’t go to places like that. What if it offends the blessed child? How will we ever get rich then?" Sharon’s eyes flashed with a trace of defiance, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. "I’d love to go with you, Fiona, but hospitals are just so inconvenient for someone like me." She leaned back into the s