I tugged on her pants and begged her.

　　"Mom, please call an ambulance for me and take me to the hospital."

　　She pulled my hand away and patted the hem of her pants.

　　"Don't worry. There's always a process to give birth."

　　"The water just broke. I can't wait any longer. Please, mom."

　　"He's your grandson! Aren't you worried at all?"

　　"What will Jensen think if he finds out that you're not sending me to the hospital?"

　　It would have been fine if I hadn't mentioned my husband. However, my words seemed to have ignited her anger.

　　She immediately put her hands on her hips.

　　"You jinx, aren't you just relying on the fact that my son loves you? You command him in everything."

　　"You are controlling him. It just so happens that he's not here now. I'll set some rules for you."

　　No, the child was coming out. If I arrived late, the child would definitely suffocate.

　　I could only continue to beg her. I really couldn't move now.

　　The water flowed out like a tap.

　　Marry came back at this time. I quickly looked at her for help.

　　But she looked at me with disdain and whispered to her mom.

　　My mother-in-law's mouth immediately opened and closed, spittle flying everywhere.

　　"Clara, if you want me to take you to the hospital now, you have to agree to my conditions."

　　I could only nod. There was nothing I could do.

　　"First of all, after giving birth to the child, your family of three will move out and live here for your sister-in-law and Garry."

　　"Second, return the 20,000 dollars betrothal gifts I gave you back then."

　　"Thirdly, your sister-in-law is now divorced. As Garry's uncle and aunt, you have to bear the responsibility of bringing him up."

　　"Give Garry 500 dollars every month until he turns to 18 years old."

　　I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore.

　　My eyes went into a trance as the figures overlapped.

　　There were a dozen of her in front of me counting the rules.

　　The neighbor passed by the door. When she heard me crying, she opened the half-closed door.

　　And she was shocked.

　　"Clara is about to give birth. Why don't you send her to the hospital?"

　　The evil mother-in-law immediately changed her face.

　　"Right, I'm going to call the ambulance."

　　Thanks to my neighbor, I was finally sent to the hospital.

　　The doctor scolded my evil mother-in-law loudly.

　　"Why did it take you so long to bring her here? The water is running out."

　　"If you were a little later, the baby and the lady would die."

　　My mother-in-law was still arguing.

　　"I just found that the water broke. I didn't expect it to flow so fast."

　　"When I gave birth to a baby, I only hired a helper at home. But I still gave birth to two fat children."

　　"Women nowadays are so delicate, they even have to go to the hospital."

　　The nurse glared at her, and I was sent directly to the operating room.

　　The old woman was still talking.

　　"Isn't she going into the delivery room? Children born by cesarean are not smart, they're stupid, they can't be born by cesarean, no..."

　　The nurse who had been holding the form for her to sign turned her head directly to me.

　　Yes, I signed for it myself.

　　Finally, my daughter was born successfully.

　　The doctor was sweating profusely.

　　"It's too dangerous. If you were a little later, even God wouldn't be able to save you."

　　While I was still conscious, I held on to my last breath.

　　I asked the doctor to call my husband.

　　When I opened my eyes again, I was woken up by my daughter's crying.

　　The anesthesia had not completely subsided, and my lower body had not reacted yet.

　　My daughter opened her small mouth and burst into tears, her face flushed.

　　I looked around, my mother-in-law wasn't there.

　　The lady next door looked at me sympathetically.

　　"She must be hungry. Where's your husband?"

　　My honey was abroad now. It wouldn't be that fast for him to come back.

　　We had planned the date, so he left the holiday to start five days before my expected date.

　　"Your mother-in-law sent you here last night, didn't she? She left after staying for a little while."

　　"Your child has been crying for a long time. I've already given her powdered milk once."

　　I looked at her gratefully.

　　"Thank you so much."

　　She helped me make milk for my daughter, and my daughter immediately sucked on the pacifier.

　　"Please don't mind. This is a new bottle. I've prepared a few for my granddaughter. Seeing that there's really no one else here, I'll give it to her."

　　How could I mind? I couldn't be more grateful.

　　My mother-in-law came in at this time, followed by Marry.

　　When they saw that someone was feeding my daughter milk, they immediately stepped forward and snatched away the pacifier.

　　They even pushed that auntie away.

　　"Are you crazy? Why are you feeding my child?"

　　I wanted to step forward and speak up for her, but I couldn't move. I could only apologize to her.

　　The lady was furious.

　　"Good intentions don't pay off. This child has been crying for a few hours, but you two disappeared."

　　"We don't need your kindness. My child usually eats breast milk. After being fed like this, will she still be used to breast milk?"

　　"Pay for the milk powder every day in the future."

　　Marry pushed the lady away fiercely.

　　The lady was so angry that her face turned red. She was about to fight.

　　The lady's son pushed my sister-in-law away.

　　"It's a family of lunatics."

　　The lady looked at me sympathetically.

　　"Well, you've been having a hard time recently."

　　Sister-in-law glared at me.

　　"You're so careless to give your daughter milk powder when you don't know her. Weren't you going to stop her?"

　　I felt that my throat was dry, and my head was still dizzy.

　　I looked at the child's red face as she cried again.

　　I felt so helpless that I wanted to die.

　　"Hurry up and feed her milk."

　　Marry lifted my clothes and put my daughter on me.

　　But I didn't eat anything the day after the cesarean.

　　There was no milk at all. My daughter sucked desperately, but I couldn't get anything out.

　　The nurse on ward rounds looked at my mother-in-law.

　　"She has just given birth and hasn't had any milk yet. Let the child drink some milk powder first."

　　My mother-in-law suddenly raised her hand and slapped me lying on the bed.

　　"Useless thing, you don't even have milk after giving birth to a child?"

　　"How much will it cost to buy milk powder? My son is so unlucky to marry a jinx like you."

　　I stared coldly at this malicious old woman.

　　I felt a burning pain on my face, but I couldn't even raise my hand to touch it.

　　She was bullying me like this now because she saw that I wouldn't have anyone to back me up when my parents were gone.

　　I would remember this grudge for the rest of my life.

　　I would not let her have an easy time for the rest of her life.

　　After one slap, she was not satisfied. She raised her hand and was about to slap me again.