Katie was horrified and went pale.

Miranda slammed her hand on the table. "You old hag, what are you saying?!"

I added, "She said you're an ugly toad, dressed up like a peacock and always playing around. You should look in the mirror and check what you look like before acting so vain."

"You!"

Miranda rolled her eyes and pretended to faint. Katie had to apologize again and again, complimenting her on both outfits. Finally, Katie gave her 500 dollars. Only then did Miranda feel better.

With the lessons from my past life, I wouldn't even give them any chance to team up against me. I had to stir up trouble to make them fight against each other.

"Fine, you've got some sense. You don't need to cook for me tonight. I'm going out with friends to the bar." Miranda washed her hair, applied heavy makeup, and left in a short skirt, slamming the door behind her.

Katie, collapsing onto the floor, cried, "It's such a calamity! I must have been cursed to have such a troublemaker marry into our family."

Katie called Camron, who was away on a business trip. Upon hearing her voice, he hung up immediately. Katie then turned to me. "I'm worried. You have to follow Miranda. If anything happens to my future grandson, I can't bear it."

I groaned and clutched my stomach, running to the bathroom and locking the door, refusing to come out.

Katie panicked, saying that I wouldn't be able to catch up with Miranda.

"Then you can go with her, Mom. That's your future grandchild!"

Katie hesitated at first, but when she saw I wouldn't come out, she gritted her teeth and went after Miranda.

Did she think I was that foolish?

If something went wrong, it would be my fault.

I lay on the sofa, enjoying the air conditioning and checking Miranda's social media updates.

She was a peculiar one, always announcing her activities to the world, especially when going out.

Miranda posted: [Other pregnant women are so fussy. It's just an e-cigarette, easily handled.]

[Roller coasters are nothing. My son is moving around happily. Looks like he's excited.]

[Next stop, Frisbee Ride. George, hold on to the umbilical cord. Mom's going to make you swing!]

Later, I waited for a long time but saw no updates.

Just as I was contemplating, Katie called, wailing, "Aleena Murray! It's terrible! Miranda had an accident!"

It came so fast!

I didn't respond directly. "Mom, what did you say? The signal is bad. I can't hear you. Hello?"

I then hung up and called Camron, giving a vague explanation that Mom said something had happened to Miranda, playing the innocent party.

Ten minutes later, Camron called, his voice filled with grief. "Miranda and the child had an accident. They're at the central hospital. I'm on my way back."

I feigned shock. "Oh no! How did this happen?!"

I arrived at the hospital slowly, only to see doctors coming out of the operating room.

"The condition of the mother is critical. The child might not survive. Please sign the consent form."

"What... What?!" Katie's eyes were widening. Then she collapsed and started wailing, "How did things turn out like this? My grandson. I can't go on living!"

She tried to slam her head against the wall, but I interrupted her.

"Mom, didn't I tell you to follow Miranda? Why didn't you stop her from riding Frisbee Ride?"

Camron shot a murderous look, and Katie turned pale, too scared to turn around.

Camron roared, "Is that true?!"

"I... I did follow her, but the amusement park was too crowded, I... I lost track of her," Katie clung to Camron's leg. "Camron, I didn't mean it. You know I have a poor sense of direction. If I had known it..."

She was kicked aside by Camron, her heavy body rolling on the floor.

Camron declared, "If anything happens to the child, I won't let you off the hook."

The surgery lasted a long time.

At one point, the doctor came out and said, "The mother needs a blood transfusion. According to regulations, relatives must donate the same amount of blood to get it from the blood bank. Who will do it?"

Katie grabbed me quickly. "She should go. She's young and healthy."

I knew it!

Katie never failed to disappoint me.

I rolled my eyes, saying, "I'm on my period and have a cold."

I clutched my chest, acting like a weak patient.

The nurse said, "Nonsense! You can't donate blood while on your period or sick. Both of you, come with me."

Katie, who was extremely biased towards boys, could never bear to let her precious son donate blood, so she donated 400cc herself. She came out feeling weak and nearly slipped on the floor which was wet after cleaning.

"Camron, help me. I'm feeling faint."

Camron, gritting his teeth, replied, "Miranda and the child are still in danger inside, fighting for their lives. You just donated some blood. Don't pretend to be weak!"

Katie's eyes filled with tears, wanting to cry but not daring to make a sound.

After about half an hour, Miranda was wheeled out. Her face was extremely pale. Camron rushed up. "How... How's the child?"

The doctor sighed, "You're still young. You'll have more kids in the future."

At five months, the baby was stillborn and had to be induced. Camron demanded to see the baby. After coming out of the operating room, he was at a loss.

Katie grabbed the doctor's collar. "You're lying to us, right? The baby should be fine at five months. It's stable by then. How could it be so fragile!"

Camron shoved Katie roughly. "You killed it. Are you satisfied now?!"

At over sixty, Katie couldn't handle such a shock. I heard a crack, and her coccyx seemed to have broken.

"Did you know it was a boy? You killed my son!"

Katie broke down, slapping herself repeatedly. "It's my fault! I'm so sorry! I killed my grandson! My grandson!"