After giving birth, my sister-in-law was diagnosed with breast cancer. Ignoring my objections, she insisted on breastfeeding. This went on for ten years. For ten years, my nephew was constantly plagued by major and minor illnesses. From coughing and fevers to severe festering and oozing sores all over his body. Miraculously, her breast cancer gradually healed. Until my nephew was ten, multiple organs failed, and he died despite emergency medical efforts. In the morgue. My sister-in-law said nonchalantly, "Raising him for ten years, I've fulfilled my duty as a mother. It's just that the child had no fortune, dying early is a release." The next day, my sister-in-law suddenly barged into my home and threw a paternity test in front of me. Holding my son, she cried bitterly, "Back at the hospital, the nurse mixed up the names. Kiki is my biological child!" She kowtowed to me, thanking me for the kindness of raising her child for ten years, and then tried to take him away. Later, I investigated and found out she did it intentionally. She found a folk remedy that required someone to suck out the pus long-term for her breast cancer to heal. And the one she chose was my son. I went to her for an explanation but was pushed to my death by her design. "Blame yourself for being stupid, not even recognizing your own son." When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years ago. The first thing I did was entrust my child to my own parents. But the next day, my sister-in-law still appeared holding a baby, insisting on breastfeeding. ... "Blame yourself for being stupid, not even recognizing your own son." Before plunging into darkness, my sister-in-law Mary's shrill voice still echoed in my ears. I wished I could tear her apart bone by bone, skin her alive, but I could only watch helplessly as I fell into a pool of blood. The next second, countless images flashed by, pulling me out of the darkness. "Honey, Mary said her postpartum care center has a two-person group discount, it's a great deal. How about we just book it with her?" "I've been there, the environment, food, and landscaping are all exceptionally well done. When you guys have your babies, you can look out for each other." My husband's words sent a cold sweat down my spine. I instinctively glanced at the calendar on the wall. Thank God, I was actually sent back ten years. In my previous life, right before my due date, Mary suddenly visited. Dropping her usual arrogance, she warmly took my hand and chatted about the two-person group discount at the postpartum care center. At the time, I didn't think much of it. I just thought since we were both about to become mothers, it brought us closer, so I agreed. Looking back now, she probably had already been diagnosed with cancer and planned to use my son's life to cure her disease! I forced myself to calm down and discussed it with my husband: "Last time at the prenatal checkup, the doctor said my baby was in a breech position, and it's best to be hospitalized early for observation. Having a baby is a huge deal for a woman, and I'm a bit anxious. I want my mom to come and accompany me during the birth. No matter how good the postpartum care center is, it's not as reassuring as having my own mother by my side." I knew my husband also cared about me. He was afraid that as a man, he wouldn't be able to take good care of me, so he wanted to book the postpartum center to make me more comfortable after giving birth. Thinking of how, in my previous life, his hair turned half white from running around gathering evidence to sue Mary's family after learning the truth, my eyes welled up with tears. Seeing me like this, his heart ached for me, and he quickly agreed. "Okay, okay, don't be sad. Let's just have your mom come. I was originally worried about your mom traveling at her age, but since you've decided, we'll give her a big red envelope." After calming my emotions, he immediately called my mom. After getting her confirmation, he called Mary back. "Mary, something came up at home, let's forget about the postpartum care center." I didn't know what was said on the other end, but my husband's brow furrowed, tinged with a bit of anger. "At the time, I only said I'd go home and discuss it with Chloe. What do you mean by going back on my word? Chloe giving birth is a big deal, it's not your place to dictate." With that, he hung up the phone. He looked at me and let out a long sigh. "Good thing you didn't agree. Look at how she reacted like a dog getting its tail stepped on, probably plotting something bad again." She was definitely plotting for my child's life. And I knew Mary wouldn't give up so easily. For now, all we could do was be on guard everywhere. Early the next morning, while still asleep, I heard urgent ringing of the doorbell. Woken up like this, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I followed my husband to the door. As soon as he opened it, Mary and my brother-in-law stood there, holding two bags of slightly wrinkled, cheap apples. Before we could react, they squeezed themselves into the living room and sat down. My husband was about to ask questions with a cold face, but I stopped him. "Let's hear what they're here for first, otherwise we won't be able to guard against whatever underhanded tricks they try later." My husband nodded and went to the kitchen to pour water. Mary still wore that hypocritical smile, trying to take my hand as she spoke, which I subtly avoided. "Chloe, yesterday Mary spoke a bit harshly, pregnancy hormones got the better of my emotions, don't take it to heart." "I heard from your brother-in-law that you need to be hospitalized early due to a breech baby. As your sister-in-law, I couldn't help but worry, so I had your brother-in-law book a double room for us. We can still have our babies together!" Chapter 2 Hearing this, my heart plummeted. My voice tightened as I quickly said, "Mary, my mom is coming to be with me during the delivery. Mark and I have already agreed to book a double room so my mom can sleep in the other bed." Mary waved her hand dismissively, disagreeing, "How can we let your mom sleep in the hospital at her age? That's suffering! I'll have your brother-in-law book a hotel room near the hospital for her. She can stay as long as she wants." My brother-in-law quickly nodded in agreement. "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll definitely arrange everything for your mom." Hearing her say this, the unease in my heart grew stronger. "No need..." I wanted to say more, but she cut me off. A glint flashed in Mary's eyes as she said with a dark expression, "Chloe, what do you mean by this? Declining again and again, do you not want to have our babies together?" "Other families want everyone to be harmonious. Two people having babies together is such a great thing, a blessing others beg for. If you don't agree today, you must look down on me. You don't need to call me Mary anymore!" Mary's words practically forced my hand. If I didn't agree, I'd be accused of destroying family harmony. At this moment, my husband walked out carrying water. He immediately sensed the tense atmosphere in the living room and quickly sat beside me to ask what was going on. With Mary's barrage of arguments, it was indeed hard to find a reason to refuse. My husband carefully asked me, "Why don't we just agree? Otherwise, if this goes to my mom, it'll be another huge mess." I sighed helplessly. My mother-in-law played favorites. If it really went to her, we'd definitely be the ones to compromise, and we'd still have to spend effort placating them before sending them off. For now, we could only agree and think of another way to break the deadlock later. "Then let's listen to Mary. We'll arrange things for my mom ourselves." Mary's face instantly bloomed into a smile, unable to hide her excitement. No matter how I looked at it, I felt she must be thinking she had caught a lifeline. "Then it's settled." "I see you haven't gained much weight during this pregnancy, you definitely won't have much milk. I can help feed the baby then. A child who grows up drinking my milk will definitely be closer to me later on." I gave a perfunctory smile, feeling utterly disgusted inside. Thinking of the unrecognizable child I saw in the morgue in my past life, a sharp pain shot through my heart. I couldn't help but touch my belly and silently vow. "Mommy will definitely protect you and won't let you go through that kind of pain again." After sending off my brother-in-law and Mary, I threw the apples on the table into the trash can, quickly pulled my husband to sit down, and said seriously: "After I give birth, don't worry about me. You must keep a close eye on the baby. If you have to step away, my mom must watch him. Do not leave the baby's side for a single step." My husband was confused but still readily agreed. "Okay, I'll listen to you." Time flew by, and it was the day of admission, two weeks later. I was three days away from giving birth. My husband went to the station to pick up my mom, leaving only Mary and me in the hospital room. Her eyes flickered as she sat on my bed, chatting casually as if it were nothing. "Chloe, you're almost due. Have you thought of a name for the baby yet?" I was immediately on high alert. She had asked me this in my past life too, and I had told her without thinking much of it. Remembering the day I gave birth in my past life, there were eight babies born in the hospital, yet Mary was able to accurately swap my child. It was hard not to overthink it. "Haven't thought of one yet. I want to wait until the baby is born and find a master to calculate a good name." "What era is this to still believe in superstition? It's just a name, just a way to address someone." I couldn't hold back and retorted, "How is this the same? Didn't you also go to the police station to change your name from Mary Farmer to Mary Gentle?" Chapter 3 Being told off by me like this, the smile hanging on her face instantly froze, and she didn't continue the topic. A while later, my mom was brought to the hospital. The moment we met, all my feelings of grievance and bitterness flooded back. I hugged her and wailed loudly. Seeing me like this, my mom's heart ached terribly: "My sweet girl, what's wrong? Is the pregnancy making you uncomfortable? Don't be afraid, Mom is here." In my past life, I was busy with work, taking care of the family, and later seeking justice for my child after the incident. I didn't even know my mom was bedridden with a severe illness. I don't even know how heartbroken she must have been after I died. After crying, I used the excuse of wanting to catch up with my mom to book a private room at a restaurant near the hospital. After taking our seats, my tense nerves finally relaxed. "Mom, I suspect Mary wants to swap my baby." Upon hearing this, my mom turned pale with shock. She finally understood why her usually independent daughter insisted on having her come this time. "Your sister-in-law has targeted you everywhere these past few years and never gave you a good look. I was wondering when I arrived today why she'd be so kind as to want to share a room with you. So this was her plan." Saying this, she paused, then asked, "Why does she want to swap babies?" My face was calm, but my tone was laced with hatred: "She has breast cancer, already in the mid-to-late stages. I don't know where she found some folk remedy, but she wants to swap my baby to help her suck out the unclean things. She wants to swap my baby simply because we're giving birth at the same time, so after swapping, she can still have her biological child living right under her nose." My mom trembled with anger and spat several times: "This black-hearted, rotten-gutted thing, completely devoid of morality." "Does your husband know about this?" I shook my head. If my husband knew, he would definitely be guarded everywhere. Mary is shrewd; if she noticed, she might pull some underhanded tricks behind our backs that we wouldn't see coming, making it even harder to defend against. "Don't worry, Mom won't go anywhere when the time comes. I will definitely keep a close eye on the baby." During these three days, my mom didn't leave my side, which put my mind at ease considerably. At night, I suddenly felt labor pains, and my mom quickly called the nurse. Seeing this, a look of pleasant surprise erupted in Mary's eyes, as if she had seen the dawn of hope. She hurriedly called my brother-in-law over too. "Quick, tell the nurse to give me labor-inducing shots. I want to give birth together with my sister-in-law, a double blessing!" Hearing her say this, I started feeling anxious again. My mom held my hand tightly. She patted me gently to comfort me: "It's okay, Mom is here." Soon, I was pushed into the delivery room. My mom applied to accompany me in the delivery room. As the pain grew stronger, it felt like it was going to tear me in half. By the time I heard the baby's cry, I was exhausted and passed out. When I woke up again, I saw the familiar white ceiling. Mary, having forced induction like in the past life, hadn't come out of the delivery room yet. I quickly grabbed my husband, who was wiping my sweat, and asked, "Where's the baby?" "Mom took the baby to get registered." Unable to see the baby, I couldn't rest for a moment, and quickly pushed him. "Go help Mom finish the paperwork and bring the baby over for me to see." Ten minutes later, my mom finally returned holding the baby. Seeing the birthmark behind his ear, I let out a sigh of relief. It was my baby, no mistake. Looking at the fragrant, soft little bundle in my arms, I almost cried. The gloom of lying in the cold morgue in my past life was finally dispelled at this moment. Two hours later, Mary was also wheeled back into the room. As soon as she saw the baby in my arms, she quickly sat up and said: "Chloe, quickly bring your baby over for me to see." My mom quickly took the baby in her arms, slapped her forehead, and said, "I almost forgot, the nurse just notified me to take the baby to get jaundice phototherapy." With that, she hurried away. Mary's face instantly looked a bit unpleasant, but she didn't say much and turned around to sleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up groggily. It was already midnight. I turned my head and saw Mary's bed was empty, and she wasn't in the bathroom. My mom stayed at a hotel near the hospital at night; she didn't stay in the hospital overnight. My husband was also not in the hospital because he went home to pack baby supplies. A sense of unease immediately washed over me. I quickly got out of bed. After opening the door, I saw my brother-in-law supporting Mary as they walked back from the direction of the neonatal incubator room. I caught every word of their conversation. Mary's tone carried the excitement of getting what she wanted: "Long nights bring many dreams. Tomorrow we must quickly complete the discharge procedures and take the child home first. My illness can't be delayed any longer." "Don't worry, honey. First thing tomorrow morning, I'll pack our things and take you to my mom's place. With her watching the baby, everything will be fine." My heart instantly went half cold, my legs so weak I could barely stand. Why did I guard against everything, yet still fail to prevent this? Is heaven's will truly unavoidable? The anger pent up in my heart could no longer be contained. Just as I was about to rush out, I heard her say again: "That damn old woman, perfectly good hotel room but won't stay in it, guarding the baby in the middle of the night instead. She made it impossible for us to make a move. I don't know whose baby we randomly swapped for. What are their family conditions like? I can't let my child go suffer in their home." Chapter 4 When I got up in the morning, I saw my brother-in-law packing their bags. Mary sat on the bed feeding the baby in her arms, and the milk was clearly not a normal color. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but frown. Even though I knew the baby in her arms wasn't mine, it was still an innocent life. I really couldn't just ignore it. "Mary, does your chest still hurt? Maybe you should ask the doctor before breastfeeding?" Mary dropped her recent enthusiasm, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure. "Is it your place to tell me how to feed my own child?" I was speechless and didn't say more. Not long after, they packed their things and left. My husband happened to return from buying breakfast. Seeing the empty bed, he asked, "Mary and her husband have already been discharged? Didn't they say it's best to stay for seven days?" I pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed and told him everything that happened last night, as well as Mary's illness and her plan to use my son's life. "She's rushing to be discharged now, probably afraid that the longer she waits, the more problems might arise." My husband trembled with anger, his voice shaking involuntarily: "How could they do something so insane? No wonder you've been avoiding her lately. So you knew they had this plan." "We can't just watch someone else's child be ruined either." My thoughts were exactly the same as my husband's. I leaned close to his ear and explained the plan in my head. Following my plan, my husband went to the nurse's station. "That gold chain was still on my baby's ankle in the incubator room yesterday. It was a gift from an elder and holds special meaning for the child. Could you please check the surveillance footage and help us look for it?" My husband's tone was sincere. The nurses didn't make things difficult and quickly pulled up the footage. The video fast-forwarded to midnight. Two figures abruptly appeared on the screen. I feigned confusion and asked, "Why do these two people look so much like my brother-in-law and Mary?" The nurse frowned, her expression turning unpleasant. "So those are your brother-in-law and Mary. Those two threw a fit last night insisting on going in to see the baby, threatening to complain about me if I didn't let them. It was late, and I didn't want to disturb the other resting mothers, so I let them in. They stayed inside for a bit and then came out." "This morning they were in such a hurry to be discharged. Could your chain have been picked up by them?" I didn't speak, my eyes fixed on the screen. The nurse suddenly gasped and stood up in a panic. "Wait, why did they swap the babies' positions? Those spots are assigned with bed numbers, you can't just swap them! The baby they discharged with this morning is the one from the next room!" The nurse had no time to care about our missing chain. She quickly ran to the nursing station to make a call. My husband's eyes darkened. Even though I had told him about Mary wanting to swap babies, seeing it with his own eyes finally made it feel real. His older brother and Mary actually committed such a heinous act. That was a fresh, living life! Thinking of this, my husband immediately took out his phone to call his brother and confront him. But I pressed his hand down. "The bed next door is a single room. The patient is the wife of the city's police chief. If you notify your brother now, when things blow up, they will definitely hold a grudge against us. We can't avoid seeing family during holidays. What if they try to harm our child behind our backs? Let the family handle it according to the law." In my past life, I searched everywhere for evidence, running to the hospital every day, memorizing every pregnant woman who gave birth that day. The day I died, I had just received confirmation from the chief's wife that she would help. If I could save her child's life in this life, it would be considered repaying her kindness. A hint of hesitation flashed in my husband's eyes. This was his biological brother, after all. But if we hadn't found out, the victim today would have been his own child. Thinking of this, he finally nodded and agreed. Chapter 5 Things progressed quickly. The day they were discharged, the two took the baby on a high-speed train, then a bus, all the way to the countryside. When they were found, the baby was crying heart-wrenchingly on the heated brick bed with a high fever, his body showing unnatural bruising. This place was my husband's family's long-abandoned old house. Besides a few eighty-year-old elderly people with mobility issues, even my mother-in-law had moved away long ago. I didn't expect them to hide in such a place. My husband and I stood far away outside the village. The police soon came out with the baby. Mary chased after them, wailing loudly. "This is my baby, what right do you have to take him away? I'm going to sue you!" The police officer looked straight at her, his tone stern and cold: "A paternity test will prove whether he's your child or not. We have the video of you intentionally swapping babies at the hospital. Do you even know whose child you swapped?" "This is the child of our police chief. The evidence is solid. Do you know you are a suspect for child trafficking?" Hearing this, Mary immediately shut up. Panic flashed in her eyes, and her body went limp as she slumped to the ground. "I just accidentally picked up the wrong baby. It's not that serious. At worst, I'll just swap them back." "I haven't even finished my postpartum confinement yet. If you scare me like this and something happens to me, can you take responsibility?" Seeing her act tough but cowardly inside, a flash of disgust crossed the police officer's eyes. "Whether you picked up the wrong one or not, we'll know once you come back to the station with us!" With that, Mary was dragged and pulled into the police car. At the police station. We delayed for a while before arriving. As soon as Mary saw us, she immediately pointed at me and shouted, "I didn't intentionally take your chief's child. I originally planned to take my sister-in-law's. Release me, this is all a misunderstanding!" I laughed out of sheer anger. So my child deserves it, is that it? Seeing I didn't speak, Mary quickly grabbed me and yelled, "Say something! Didn't we agree to swap children and raise them for a while? I just accidentally took the wrong one, right?" She blinked at me, trying to get me to play along with her scam. I coldly retorted. "Mary, perjury is punishable by jail time. I can't jump into this fire pit. You better tell the truth." Mary's eyes widened, not expecting me to refuse to buy her story at all. Angered, she argued unreasonably, "Everything I said is the truth. Mom can testify for me." Just as she was speaking, my brother-in-law rushed in with my mother-in-law. Upon seeing me, my mother-in-law charged at me without a word, raising her hand and slapping me fiercely across the face. A clear handprint immediately appeared on my face, red, swollen, and numb. A metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. She cursed loudly, "Are you trying to kill your sister-in-law? You jinx! Your sister-in-law treated you so well. She knew you were pregnant and wanted to take care of you, and this is how you repay her!" My husband pulled me behind him protectively, angrily saying, "Mom, Mary is the one who did something wrong, why are you hitting Chloe?" My mother-in-law spat. "Ever since this little bitch married into our family, there hasn't been a single day of peace." She turned to the police, acting arrogant, "This is a family matter. We indeed agreed to swap babies for a while, but there was a misunderstanding. Can you release my daughter-in-law now?" The police officer, with a dark face, said coldly, "This is a police station, not a wet market for you to haggle. Everything requires evidence. The child your daughter-in-law took is currently lying in the hospital. You better ask her what she did to the baby first." Guilty, Mary took a step back, her face turning red and white. She argued, "The temperature in the countryside is low, the baby just caught a cold. It's nothing serious." Her eyes darted around, and she immediately lay down on the floor, clutching her chest and crying in pain. "I'm a sick person. Keeping me locked up here delays my treatment. You're committing murder!" My brother-in-law also reacted and hurriedly pulled medical records from his pocket. "That's right, my wife has cancer. What if you delay her treatment by keeping her locked up here!"
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