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!

The abomination in my womb didn’t dare move recklessly anymore.

As if afraid that one wrong move would cost it its own life.

The commotion I made clinging to the roof startled the people next door. They panicked and immediately tried to call the police.

I gritted my teeth and stopped them. The moment I got down, the first thing I did was call my parents.

"Mom, Dad, come get me and send me abroad for the procedure!"

I couldn't let that abomination be born from my body!

The moment my parents received my call, they rushed over without delay.

Using the fastest arrangements possible, they put me on a private jet and sent me abroad.

There was no time to explain everything in detail. I could only briefly say that my husband was trying to harm me, and that I had to terminate one of the children.

My father exploded in anger.

"I knew that little bastard was no good! How dare he do this to our precious daughter?

"Do it! You can even abort both of them if you want!"

I let out a cold laugh through gritted teeth. "No, I just need to abort the abomination that's been causing trouble!"

Hearing my words, Lucky continued to struggle, pounding and clawing at my abdomen endlessly as if he were trying to twist my insides into knots.

All the while, he kept shouting for Sunny to stop, still deliberately trying to frame him.

Meanwhile, Sunny was completely silent, not letting out another peep.

Fear and dread gripped me. I was terrified that Sunny had already been strangled by the umbilical cord, and that the tragedy from the past life would happen once more.

I bit down hard on my lip, tearing the inside of my mouth apart, forcing myself to stay conscious, but the pain was still enough to make me pass out.

When I opened my eyes again, a blue-eyed doctor stood before me, holding a large anesthesia needle, about to inject it.

"No, I don't want anesthesia!" I waved my hands frantically, my bloodshot eyes wide open. "I want to feel this abomination being torn from my body!"

The surgery began quickly.

I could clearly feel my abdomen being cut open layer by layer.

The tearing pain ripped through me, making me lose consciousness again and again, only to wake up moments later.

I didn’t know how much time had passed.

Eventually, the lights above me stopped blurring, and I felt like something had been removed from my abdomen.

Immediately, I felt a sense of relief, and a sense of finality.

Just as my thoughts went to Sunny, I heard devious laughter in my ear.

My heart clenched. That laughter belonged to the abomination, but what about Sunny?

Lucky’s triumphant voice echoed in my ears:

"Hahaha, you idiot! I was still born! Did you think you could abort me? All you did was speed up your death, and that useless Sunny's too!

"I already did all the preparations I could, and I am at the peak of health, so how could you win against me?!"

Suddenly, he froze, his voice tinged with confusion and panic, "Wait… where am I? What's this smell of urine?

"Why are there so many junkies around me? Where's my mother?!"