When my daughter’s water broke, she was rushed to the hospital to give birth. My son-in-law, however, insisted she wait until noon for a C-section. He claimed that a fortune-teller had determined that was the most auspicious time for the baby to be born, saying it would bring good luck and ensure the child would be as powerful as a kraken or phoenix. Tragically, my daughter died in the process, and both she and the baby were lost.

By the time I arrived at the hospital after hearing the terrible news, my son-in-law had already buried her in haste. He told me that my daughter had died from complications during childbirth. I was completely heartbroken and in shock.

As time passed, I uncovered a horrible truth. The doctor who performed the delivery turned out to be my son-in-law’s first love, and the cause of death was a lie. My daughter was deliberately killed so they could harvest her organs to save their illegitimate son, who needed a cornea transplant.

On the day their son was discharged from the hospital, my son-in-law celebrated by handing out red envelopes to the medical staff. When I confronted him, he and his first love viciously pushed me into sulfuric acid, leaving me horribly disfigured.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my daughter was about to give birth.

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"Mom, you'll have a grandson soon. Paul even asked a fortune-teller to calculate the perfect time for giving birth. Twelve o'clock is the best time, and the baby will surely grow up to be powerful like a Kraken or phoenix," my daughter's cheerful voice echoed in my ears.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, stunned. My hair hadn’t turned white overnight from grief, and I realized something incredible—I hadn’t died. I was reborn! Reborn to the very moment before everything went wrong, when my daughter had just gone into labor.

In my previous life, my daughter’s water broke, and we went to the city's best hospital to wait for her delivery. But I never imagined that the obstetrician in charge was Wendy Holt, my son-in-law’s first love. They had secretly stayed in contact for years.

With modern medical advancements, childbirth isn’t the difficult ordeal it used to be. Yet, in that life, my daughter had called to tell me that she and Paul decided on a C-section at noon, based on superstitions. This time, I wouldn’t let that happen. I gently persuaded her that the baby would be blessed without needing to follow such feudal beliefs.

But my daughter had been deeply brainwashed by her husband and insisted on waiting until twelve o'clock. No matter how much I tried to persuade her, she refused to listen and eventually hung up the phone.

That night, I received the news that my daughter had died from dystocia. I rushed to the hospital, only to be met by my son-in-law, who handed me a small urn, saying she had already been cremated.

He knelt in front of me, tears streaming down his face, hitting himself as he said, "Diane died of dystocia. I’m so sorry. I, Paul Burke, swear I’ll never love another woman for the rest of my life!"

Though his words felt hollow, I was in a state of mental collapse and didn’t sense anything was amiss. What I didn’t know was that, after my daughter died, her corneas were taken and transplanted into Wendy’s son, who had been blinded by an infection.

I was consumed by the pain of my daughter’s death for a long time, unable to move on. Meanwhile, my son-in-law quickly returned to his normal life, as if nothing had happened.

By chance, I saw them—Paul and Wendy—having dinner at a high-end restaurant. After their meal, they went straight to the hotel upstairs. Furious, I rushed to Wendy’s home to confront Paul and demand an explanation.

There, I accidentally overheard the truth: my daughter couldn’t hold on any longer and was ready to give birth at 11:30. But the two of them deliberately delayed the procedure, resulting in her tragic death and the loss of both lives—my daughter and her unborn child.

Consumed with hatred, I stormed into their house, demanding answers. But instead of remorse, they threw me into a barrel of sulfuric acid. The excruciating pain from the acid, combined with the grief of losing my daughter, left me with both physical and emotional scars, nearly turning me into a ghost.

But God had mercy, and I was given a second chance—reborn to right these wrongs.

"Diane, in this life, I will make sure that scumbag and that woman pay for our lives!"

I took a deep breath and spoke on the phone, "Diane, it's a blessing to have a baby anytime. Don’t delay it. Just give birth when it’s time."

My daughter’s dissatisfied voice echoed on the other end of the line.

"Mom, stop reading nonsense online. Medical care is so advanced now. I’ll have the C-section right at 12 o'clock, and it’ll be over in just ten minutes."

"And Paul didn’t want me to suffer, so he specifically asked an old classmate of his to help. Dr. Holt said everything is fine, so there's nothing to worry about."

Worry? I wasn’t just worried—I knew my daughter was being set up for a tragedy!

I was furious, but I also knew my daughter’s personality too well. No amount of reasoning would change her mind now. If I told her that Wendy and Paul were plotting against her, it would only stress her out, especially when she was about to give birth. She couldn’t handle that kind of shock right now.

I calmed myself down and said, "Which hospital room are you in? I’ll come by soon."

After glancing at the message on my phone, I quickly hung up and rushed into a taxi. As the car sped off, I scrolled through my contacts, calling an old acquaintance at the hospital next door to add my daughter as a patient.

I am a single mother. After my divorce, I raised my daughter on my own. Feeling guilty for her situation, I did everything I could to protect her with love, ensuring she wouldn’t suffer. But because of that, she grew up a bit naive and was easily swayed by Paul's sweet words.

Although I was unhappy with their relationship, my daughter was determined to marry him. He seemed to care for her in every way, always attentive, aside from his charm. I never imagined he was hiding such sinister intentions, planning to harm both my daughter and grandson!

The taxi arrived at the hospital quickly. As soon as I got out, I rushed toward the location my daughter had sent. It was now eleven o'clock. In just half an hour, my daughter would give birth!

Before I reached the delivery room, I spotted Paul standing outside, clearly surprised to see me.

"Mom? Why are you here?" he asked, his tone cautious.

Suppressing my fury, I forced a smile as I walked closer. "Diane is about to give birth. As her mother, I had to be here."

His eyes flickered with uncertainty as he glanced toward the delivery room. "I confiscated her devices. How did she manage to call?"

"Mom, don’t misunderstand. Doctor Holt said it’s best not to use your phone before giving birth—it could affect the delivery," Paul explained, his voice calm. I shot him a cold look and tried to enter the ward, but he blocked my path.

"Mom, Diane is giving birth. You’re not allowed in," he insisted.

Frustrated, I was about to force my way in when a nurse came out and stopped me.

"Please, family members need to remain quiet. There are other women in labor," she said. But I couldn’t help noticing that in other delivery rooms, family members were allowed to accompany the mothers, yet in my daughter’s case, it was forbidden.

It had to be another one of Paul’s schemes!

Seeing I couldn’t get inside, Paul tried to send me away. "Mom, Diane is safe in there. There’s no need to worry."

I shook his hand off angrily. "You can accompany mothers in other rooms, so why not in this one? Is the hospital making special exceptions for us? Where’s your supervisor? Call the leader!"

The nurse shrank back, looking embarrassed. Paul, standing firmly in front of me, tried to soothe the situation. "Mom, why make things hard for the nurse? The doctor said no one could enter. Do you really want to cause a scene?"

As they spoke, several nurses watched me with wary eyes. I felt a surge of anger, wanting to slap Paul, that hypocrite, right in the face.

Ignoring their stares, I shouted into the delivery room, "Diane, pack your things! We’re transferring to another hospital!"

I suddenly rushed into the delivery room, startling my daughter, who was anxiously waiting to give birth.

"Mom? Why are you here? It's just childbirth; you can go home and wait for your grandchildren," she said, forcing a smile to comfort me.

Seeing her innocent expression filled me with distress and anger; I wanted to pinch her to wake her up, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her. In my previous life, I hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye to this silly girl. My eyes welled with tears, and I hurriedly wiped them away, taking her hand in mine.

"Let’s go, Mom has everything arranged. We’re moving to the hospital next door right away."

My daughter looked dazed as I quickly found a wheelchair to take her out. Just then, Paul rushed over, grabbing the wheelchair and asking anxiously, "Mom, you’re fine. Why do you suddenly want to transfer to another hospital?"

I quickly gathered my daughter’s things and replied calmly, "Didn’t you say a C-section at twelve o'clock is ideal? I’ve calculated that the hospital next door is a blessed place, perfect for my grandson to be born there."

Paul forced an awkward smile. "Mom, stop joking. Aren’t you the one who isn’t superstitious? Where are you even going to find a master to calculate auspicious times? You’re not trying to harm anyone, are you?"

I looked at him, furious. "What do you mean? Am I going to harm my grandson? So it’s only okay for you to calculate auspicious times, but not me?"

"Go and complete the discharge procedures immediately. We’re transferring to another hospital now!"

Seeing my agitation, Paul frowned. "Diane's water has broken, and she could give birth at any moment. If we transfer her now, what if something goes wrong on the bumpy road?"

"This is your own daughter and grandson!"

He had the nerve to say that he was so self-righteous!

I sneered at him. "You want her to give birth at any time? Then why wait until twelve o'clock for the C-section? Which doctor agreed to this? Isn’t that a complete disregard for human life?!"

As soon as I linked the issue to Wendy, I noticed Paul’s brows furrow. He quickly changed the subject and turned his attention to Diane.

"Diane, our mother doesn’t understand medical judgment. I can’t allow you to transfer to another hospital right now because I’m afraid you’ll be in danger."

"Think about how I treat you normally. I love you and our child so much; how could I bear to let you get hurt?"

"Mom doesn’t trust me. But if you insist on transferring to another hospital with her, I won’t stop you forcefully."

His words sounded sincere. If I hadn’t witnessed Paul’s fierce and beastly side in my previous life, I might have been deceived by him.

But my daughter didn’t know the truth and thought he was the loving husband he pretended to be. She was genuinely touched and squeezed his hand tightly.

"Paul, I believe you."

Then she turned to me with a well-behaved look. "Mom, Paul is right. The doctor said I’m already five centimeters dilated, and I need to be ready for a C-section at any moment. Transferring hospitals suddenly isn’t realistic."

"And I’m in pain every second. A bumpy road will make it even worse. Mom, please have some compassion for your daughter."

As she spoke, my daughter hugged my waist, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

If it were any other time, I might have softened and agreed, but now a human life was at stake. I pulled my daughter's hand off my waist and said firmly, "No, you must transfer to another hospital immediately. The hospital next door is only a ten-minute drive away. Once you get there, you can catch up with your delivery."

It was now eleven o'clock. In my previous life, my daughter started to give birth at eleven thirty, so we could still make it in time.

I had considered letting her stay here to ease her suffering, but the reality was stark. Wendy had actually allowed her daughter to die in utero so her organs could be harvested. They’d taken her cornea and given it to her son, who was undergoing surgery next door.

This wasn’t something ordinary doctors would do. We couldn’t stay here!

My face had turned pale from anxiety and anger. My daughter had never seen me like this before, and she sensed that something was wrong. She stopped hesitating and prepared to get out of bed and into the wheelchair, but Paul held her down.

"Diane, you just promised me you'd give birth at twelve o'clock. You can’t go back on your word, right?"

I sneered and replied, "It’s the same if we change locations for the C-section at twelve."

At that moment, my daughter comforted Paul, touching his hand. "Mom is right; it’s only a ten-minute journey, and we’ll be there soon."

Paul’s eyes flashed with displeasure, and his voice turned colder. "Diane, you promised to wait here until twelve. What do you mean by going back on your word now?"

"Aren’t you afraid that if you change the place to give birth, it will ruin the child’s fate and turn you into a criminal who indulges in vice in the future?"

Seeing Paul plotting against my daughter, I raised my hand, wanting to slap him.

But I didn’t have time to argue with him now. The most important thing was to transfer my daughter to another hospital for her delivery immediately.

Paul has lost all sense of humanity. His children and wife are mere tools for him to please his first love! Seeing my daughter wavering, he continued to coax her, saying, "As a mother, you want your child to be promising and successful, right? But if you leave now, you'll miss the auspicious time and place. The child could end up as a social outcast in the future. You’d be heartbroken, and your child would suffer even more. It’s better not to give birth!"

The more he spoke, the more outrageous his claims became.

"Don’t listen to him!" I sneered, trying to push my daughter toward the exit, but she grabbed my hand.

"Mom, let’s not transfer to another hospital. The master Paul invited is very powerful. If I change hospitals and the child ends up a murderer, isn’t that just forcing me to die?"

As she spoke, my daughter broke down in tears.

Paul had begun instilling superstitious beliefs in her the moment she became pregnant. A few months ago, when he had always claimed to be busy, he suddenly started staying home more often with his wife. He frequently took my daughter to temples and other places to consult fortune tellers. I’d seen him several times insist that she had to give birth on time, and that no matter how painful it was, she had to endure until then. If she didn’t give birth at the right time, the child would become a murderer.

I had a fierce argument with Paul, determined to take my daughter away. But my daughter, having been thoroughly brainwashed, insisted that this was metaphysics, not superstition, and told me not to worry.

She wanted to give birth to a good child for the Burke family, but they were using this belief to kill her!

I was furious and slapped Paul hard.

"You beast! Transfer Diane to another hospital now!"

His mouth bled from the impact, and half of his face was red and swollen, making him look utterly embarrassed. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself any longer and roared, "Mom! Can you stop making trouble? Diane is your biological daughter—do you want to kill her?! Even if you don’t like me, you can’t be unreasonable at this time, right?"

I glared at Paul, wishing I could cut him into pieces.

"Whoever wants to harm her knows it in their heart. Paul, I don’t have time to deal with you right now. If you don’t get out of my way, don’t blame me for being rude!"