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 Fiona. She’s just—"

Realizing her slip, my mom hesitated, glanced at me, and quickly tried to explain. "Fiona, don’t take it the wrong way. I was just speaking out of concern."

Even as she broke out in cold sweat from the pain, Sharon still managed to back her up. "Yes, Fiona, you know Mom loves you the most. She just misspoke. But it hurts so much. Please, take me to the hospital."

I casually set down my bag, bent to change my shoes, and didn’t spare them a glance. "Of course, I know. Mom loves me the most. So does my brother. And Sharon, you love me the most too."

Straightening up, I added with mock concern, "But you know how hospitals are—those high-tech machines might scare off our family’s blessed child. What would we do then?"

Sharon’s face turned ashen, and cold sweat dripped down her forehead. "You’re right, Fiona. You’re absolutely right. I can’t go to the hospital. Even if it costs me my life, I’ll give this family its blessed child!"

Hearing Sharon’s change in tone, my mom’s face immediately lit up with a smile. "That’s my good daughter-in-law! Just stay home and rest well. Bear with it for now; I’ll go and pray for you."

With that, she happily left Sharon, still writhing in pain, and hurried to the mantelpiece, lighting a candle and murmuring a prayer.

Sharon struggled to sit up, her eyes drifting toward my bag. "I really envy you, Fiona. You’re carrying an ordinary child, so you don’t have to suffer like this. Poor me, carrying the golden blessed child, and I can’t even afford a decent bag."

I gave her my brightest smile. "That’s really my brother’s fault. When he gets home, let’s both scold him together!"

Sharon’s face stiffened, clearly not expecting me, who always treated her like a sister, to flatly refuse her. She looked visibly uncomfortable, her expression faltering.

I watched her reaction with amusement, my smile widening. "But Sharon, carrying the golden blessed child must be exhausting. From now on, let me take charge of your meals. As your little sister, I’ll make sure you’re properly nourished!"

My mom, hearing this, immediately abandoned her prayers. She snuffed out the candle on the mantel and rushed over to grab my hand. "That’s my thoughtful Fiona! Seeing you and Sharon getting along so well makes me so happy!"

Sharon forced a smile, her tone playfully chiding. "Mom, most families favor their sons, but you’re the only one who spoils your daughter and leaves your son out in the cold. I’m starting to get jealous of Fiona!"

Watching the two of them singing the same tune, I lowered my gaze silently.

They always claimed to dote on me, but the house and car had all gone to my brother.

If it weren’t for my wealthy husband, they would’ve long forgotten about me entirely!

In my past life, I yearned for familial love and was blinded by their hypocrisy. I let them lead me by the nose, using my child as leverage to constantly demand money from my husband and mother-in-law to support their household.

But in the end, after everything I gave, they conspired to kill me—just to ensure Sharon could leave behind a legacy despite her uterine fibroids.

Now, I finally saw their true colors.

From this moment on, this vile family wouldn’t get a single cent from me again!

Sharon writhed in pain for what felt like an eternity before finally recovering. Once she was sure she was fine, she exchanged a glance with my mom.

Catching on instantly, my mom’s face lit up with a smile as she turned to me. "Fiona, look at your sister-in-law! She’s feeling much better now. Shouldn’t you take her out for a stroll and buy her something nice to eat?"

Their greedy looks didn’t escape my notice. I smiled lightly and nodded.

Seeing this, Sharon sprang to her feet and casually slung my bag over her shoulder. "Come on! If we don’t hurry, the high-end grocery stores will be closed!"

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 belly is bigger."

She even shot me a disdainful look, rolling her eyes.

I pretended to be engrossed in my phone, biting back a smile.

“Your golden dream is about to shatter,” I thought.

Over the next few months, Sharon frequently suffered from unbearable abdominal pain, waking up in agony in the middle of the night. But this time, without my help, no one in the family was willing to take her to the hospital. She had no choice but to silently endure the pain.

As her due date approached, her belly grew so large it looked ready to burst.

Finally, panic set in. She came to me privately, pleading for help. "Fiona, please take me to the hospital for a check-up."

I lowered my gaze, my eyes scanning her frail frame and the overstretched skin of her massive belly, patterned with dark striations. My lips curled into a smile I couldn’t hide.

"Sharon, just look at your belly. It’s obvious you’re about to give birth to a golden blessed child. What’s there to worry about?"

Sharon glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before lightly tugging on my sleeve. "I know what you’re saying, but something feels off. Even if it’s a golden blessed child, it shouldn’t be this big. And my stomach hurts every day. You’re just as far along as I am. Do you feel this kind of pain?"

I gave her hand a playful pat. "That just proves how strong the little guy is! He’s probably kicking you so hard that it hurts!"

Sharon frowned slightly, her eyes darting back and forth before she leaned in with a sheepish smile. "Fiona, you know we’re both pregnant, but I’ve suffered so much more than you to bring this blessing to the family. Don’t you think you should consider helping me a little?"

Alarm bells went off in my head. I asked directly, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Before she could answer, Mom walked out with a large bowl of supplements, thrusting it into Sharon’s arms before turning her attention to me.

"Fiona, you know how shy your sister-in-law is. We’ve been talking, and the house is just too small for everyone. You should speak to your in-laws and ask them to send more money so your brother and Sharon can buy a villa!"

She added quickly, "Of course, you’re my favorite. Once they move, we’ll give you the old house."

Sharon’s eyes reddened as she wiped away imaginary tears. "Fiona, I’m so jealous of you. Look how good Mom is to you. She’s willing to give up the old house without even a second thought."

My expression turned cold, but before I could refuse, a sudden streak of blood appeared beneath Sharon.

Her eyes widened in panic as she clutched my hand desperately. "Fiona, call an ambulance! My belly is too big for a natural birth. Come with me to the hospital!"

Seeing the blood, a sharp pain shot through my own stomach, leaving me breathless.

Despite the searing pain, my heart surged with joy—my daughter was finally coming back to me.

Steadying myself, I quickly called for an ambulance. Both Sharon and I were lifted onto stretchers and loaded into the vehicle.

As the ambulance sped off, my condition stabilized, but the blood beneath Sharon continued to pour, an alarming, unstoppable flow.

My mom didn’t spare me a single glance. Instead, she was nearly on her knees beside Sharon, sobbing hysterically. "You have to hold on! I can lose everything else, but not my precious grandson!"

The nurse, visibly startled by the size of Sharon’s belly, quickly grabbed an ultrasound machine to check.

The moment the machine touched Sharon’s stomach, the nurse’s face turned deathly pale.

It felt like an eternity before the nurse finally stammered, "Ma’am… your daughter-in-law’s baby…"