I was just about to drink a soup meant to supplement my pregnancy, a frantic voice suddenly called out.

"Mommy, don't drink it! It's an abortion drug. Someone's trying to harm you!"

Startled, my hand jerked, and I knocked the soup over.

My husband's cousin teared up, her voice choking, "B-But I cooked that soup myself as an apology…"

I didn't pay her any heed, only checking the contents of the medicinal soup. There was a large amount of poison in it, enough to not just harm the baby, but even make it impossible for me to ever conceive again!

"Mommy, it was me! I protected you!"

I caressed my pregnant belly, listening as the child inside told me that he was the incarnation of a lucky star, sent to bring me good fortune. Because of this, we even gave him the nickname Lucky.

And sure enough, under his guidance, I helped my husband secure numerous contracts.

The whole family was overjoyed. I grew to love him even more, consuming precious supplements as if they were free.

Within just three months, my family's assets grew tenfold, while I grew thirty pounds.

Just as I stuffed the roast pork into my mouth, I heard a weak, faint voice.

"Mom, don't listen to him! He was switched into your womb, and he stole my good luck!

"If you continue listening to him, he'll be the death of us both after he's born!"

Confused, I stopped eating.

Who was I to believe, when there were two voices within my womb?

"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!"

Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him.

"Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!"

I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!

"You mustn't listen to him! In our past life, the moment he was born, he strangled me with an umbilical cord and caused you to bleed to death from difficult labor!"

The certainty and urgency in the voice made me hesitate. Were there really two babies inside me?

But at my last checkup, the doctor clearly said there was only one…

Seeing that I didn’t believe him, Sunny's voice softened, weak and childlike.

"Mom, go and check on Dad's cousin, Esther, and you'll know that I'm not lying to you! She's Lucky's real mother, and that evil lady's been in cahoots with Dad ages ago!

"They didn't want to face the shame of having people find out, and when they found out that Lucky had a deformity, they planned to use this pregnancy to kill us and cut off your bloodline!"

Sunny's words made my expression darken instantly.

My husband's cousin, Esther, had always been a thorn between us. He used to dote on her excessively, and we had nearly broken up because of it.

In the end, it was only because I got pregnant that he knelt before me, begging for another chance.

As the two voices in my womb argued, I called a private investigator, and the photos he sent back were like a bucket of water dumped over my head.

In the photos, Esther was strolling through luxury malls, arms full of shopping bags, nothing like the "sent away to suffer" story my husband had fed me!

I pulled out my last prenatal report. The words “cleft lip and palate” stabbed at my eyes.

Lucky's voice rang, carrying a hint of panic, "Mommy, he's lying to you! He's the one who killed you in our past life! If you weren't my actual mother, why would I help you so much?

"The benefits I brought you were real!"

Lucky was right. Within the three months he'd been guiding me, he'd managed to flip our family's assets tenfold.

Sensing my hesitation, Lucky continued, "Mommy, you'll know who's truly good to you at the auction in three days!"

Lucky sounded utterly confident, but Sunny shouted, "You can't go! You'll fall at the auction, leading to your miscarriage, and you'll bleed to death!"

Sunny’s words made my heart tremble.

"Mom, no amount of wealth is more important than your health. You don’t have to go to the auction!"

Sunny's words warmed my heart, and I caressed my tummy, soothing him.

"Don't worry, I'll be prepared."

I really had no choice but to attend the auction. Because one of the organizers behind it was none other than my parents.

As their representative, I was expected to appear, and to bid on the family heirloom they had “generously provided”.

"Lucky, tell me. Will I be alright if I go?"

Lucky seemed to pause, as if caught off guard. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, firmly, he said, "Sunny's lying! You definitely won't fall or get hurt if you go!"

With his reassurance, I felt slightly at ease.

The two voices contradicted each other so completely, so I had to figure out which one was lying!

Throughout the entire auction, my nerves were stretched to the limit.

Every step I took was slow and careful, inching forward bit by bit.

By the time the event neared its end, the heirloom was already in my possession.

On behalf of the family business, I donated the auction proceeds to charity.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Satisfied that the event had ended perfectly, I stood beneath the spotlight, elegantly raised my glass, and drank it in one go.

I didn’t expect that this single glass would turn me into a complete laughing stock.

The moment I swallowed the fruit wine, my throat began to itch before quickly tightening into suffocation. Red rashes spread over my neck and my back, but since the host was still delivering the closing speech on stage, I forced myself to endure the discomfort, maintaining a polite smile.

"Look on stage! She's got so many rashes… Could she have some kind of disease?!"

Someone shouted that out, instantly causing an uproar.

People began pointing at the exposed parts of my skin, throwing around words like AIDs and syphilis, their gazes filled with disdain.

I wanted to speak up, to stop them, but my throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton.

Inside my womb, Sunny let out a cry, "Oh no, I'm allergic to mango too!"

I hadn't had the chance to comfort him before I passed out.

In my fading consciousness, I saw the crowd around me recoil as if I were something contagious.

My stomach slammed heavily against the floor.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the hospital.

My body felt weak, but I still grabbed the nurse beside me, asking urgently, "Is my baby alive?"

The nurse froze for a moment, before answering, "Your child's alright, but you went into anaphylactic shock. Luckily, you were brought in just in time.

"However, one of them seems to have inherited your allergy and is relatively weak. You’ll need to take good care moving forward."

I hurriedly called out to the babies inside me.

Lucky was still lively as ever, but Sunny’s voice was faint, weak, and drained.

Rage surged through me, and I mobilized my family’s resources to investigate the incident thoroughly, but no matter how deeply I dug, the result was always the same.

They said it was an accident.

An accident? I scoffed.

A man-made accident, maybe!

I looked at my husband, who had finally arrived late at my hospital bed.

My expression was cold, tinged with sorrow.

He lowered his head, avoiding my gaze, and simply held the hand I had resting on my belly.

"Honey, are you okay?"

I shook my head, pulling my hand away from his.

"Honey, what do you think about aborting both our babies? One has a deformity, and the other inherited my allergies. Even if they're born, they're bound to be frail and sickly.

"Why not terminate both and try again for a healthy child?"

My husband's guilty expression stiffened, a frown making its way onto his face. "What are you talking about? You know as well as I do how difficult it was for us to conceive?"

Inside me, Lucky's voice turned pitiful, "Mommy, don't abandon me! My cleft can be treated with surgery, and I can bring even more riches to you! With enough time, I can make you the richest person in the world!"

Sunny was quiet for a moment, before he said, "As long as you're happy and healthy, that's all that matters. I don't need to exist."

I suppressed the pain in my heart, as if it were being sliced apart, and said firmly, "I have to perform an abortion. I won't allow the heir of the Waltons to be sickly."

Seeing how resolute I was, my husband had no choice but to relent.

After all, he was the weaker one in this relationship. Even though he'd helped secure many major deals within the family business, it didn't change the fact that the company belonged to the Waltons, not him.

"Alright, alright… I really can't win against you."

He tried to pull me into his arms, but I quietly avoided him.

That afternoon, I booked an examination at a top private hospital.

One of the babies was well-nourished and healthy. The other was frail, barely clinging to life.

Rage surged within me. I immediately scheduled an induced abortion for the next day.

But the moment I left the hospital and stepped into the underground parking lot, I was drugged and knocked out.

When I opened my eyes again, my husband was standing in front of me, his face full of disapproval.

"I thought you were just joking, but are you really going to let our lucky star die? Something's definitely wrong with your state of mind, so stay here and repent!"

His blunt, unapologetic tone left me in disbelief.

Who gave him the nerve to speak to me like this?

But after saying that, he turned and walked away without hesitation, leaving me confined in the room, only sending food and herbal tonics at mealtimes.

It felt like they were trying to fatten me up again, just like before.

Sharpening my resolve, I flipped out a window that hadn't been locked and stood on the ledge, trying to see if I could jump onto the neighbouring roof.

Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted through my abdomen. Lucky's voice carried a hint of panic.

"Sunny, stop kicking Mommy, this isn't the time!

"Ah, Mommy! Sunny's scratching inside your womb with his fingernails, and he even wrapped his umbilical cord around my neck!"

As Lucky's voice grew louder and louder, the pain in my abdomen grew, but what worried me most was my child's safety.

Gritting through the pain, I leapt forward with all my strength and finally landed on the neighboring roof.

If I had fallen, three lives would have been lost in an instant!