"And its gender has changed! The last exam showed it was a girl—how could it now be a boy?!"

At that moment, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, who had just arrived, lit up with joy. "Doctor Andrew Miller, what are you saying? Is this true?!"

Their voices trembled with excitement.

They had believed Natalie’s claims and rushed here to confront her.

They never expected such a surprise!

The doctor pointed at the ultrasound and nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Master and Madam, please look. This is the first time the young master has fully faced the camera!"

"It was a misjudgment from the angle earlier. Congratulations, Master and Madam—your grandson is safe!"

The elderly couple beamed with joy, while Ethan and Natalie turned ashen.

"How could this be? How is this possible?!"

If this was true, the boy in Natalie’s womb was no longer unique!

Back then, the Summers and Lawson families had agreed to marry without much fuss.

When Emily was missing, the Summers family adopted Natalie, and after years of grooming her, the Lawson family accepted her.

She grew up close with brothers William Lawson and Ethan. Until Emily was found, the Summers family, to atone, let her choose her husband first.

My best friend loved the refined, steady William, but Natalie cried and refused.

Heartbroken, Ethan schemed to have her drugged at a banquet, forcing her to sleep with him.

She had no choice but to marry him.

Meanwhile, Natalie married William as she wanted.

But soon after, William died in a plane crash.

Her dream of becoming a rich wife shattered. She turned to Ethan, the heir.

Right after the funeral, she claimed grief and wanting company, slipping a love potion into his wine.

After one wild night, she became pregnant before my best friend!

When Old Man Lawson learned the truth, he was furious and demanded an abortion, but Ethan protected her, swearing, "Natalie is pregnant with my child. If you harm her, I’ll kill myself! Dad, can you bear to see our family line end?"

Enraged, Old Man Lawson finally gave in. To hide the scandal, he claimed Natalie was carrying William’s posthumous child.

But two weeks later, my best friend also discovered she was pregnant.

By six months, Natalie was scheming to frame her.

She flaunted the fact she carried a boy while my best friend supposedly carried a girl, poisoning the in-laws’ minds.

Thankfully, the Lawson couple still felt guilty, so they cared for my best friend carefully.

Now, seeing both children safe, they murmured prayers.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness."

"Doctor, could you be mistaken? You said my sister was carrying a girl, and the heartbeat was already gone!" Natalie forced a smile, unwilling to accept it.

The doctor simply smiled. "The angle blurred the view before. The young master has a strong will to live. He’s blessed to have pulled through!"

Natalie nearly fainted from rage, clutching her belly and wailing in pain.

Ethan hurriedly helped her to another ward.

Inside my bestie’s belly, I sneered.

[Can’t take it already? Just wait, your suffering is only beginning!]

In the following months, both my best friend and Natalie entered the labor stages.

Natalie’s pregnancy was grueling—morning sickness, constant urination, sleepless nights.

Meanwhile, inside my bestie’s womb, I behaved, never pressing on her organs.

Natalie’s face grew more haggard by the day, her temper more volatile.

My best friend, by contrast, had a rosy glow, radiating gentle maternal warmth.

At every ultrasound, I fully cooperated and put on a show.

I even interacted with the Lawson couple as they watched. The doctors were amazed.

"Oh my! It looks like the young master is greeting the old master and madam!"

"Is this the bond of blood? Truly, this child is destined to be with you!"

The couple’s faces flushed with joy. Mrs. Lawson even reached out and gently laid her hand on my bestie’s belly.

Then I did something that stunned everyone.

I stretched out my chubby little hand and pressed against hers, palm to palm, through the belly!

"My dear grandson! We’re touching palm to palm!"

Mrs. Lawson trembled with excitement, tears welling in her eyes as she raised her hand high.

"Look, old man! My grandson was born to love me!"

Grandpa Lawson hurriedly pulled out his phone, snapping picture after picture.

"Record this! Such a clever child, destined to be the Lawson family’s pillar!"

The two were already planning my birthday gift.

Outside the door, Natalie clenched her fists in fury. A twisted smile flashed across her face, as if she had made up her mind.

In the end, Natalie forced herself to go into labor at the same time as my bestie.

We delivered together at the Lawson Group’s private hospital.

I had adjusted my body long before, and the instant my best friend was set on the delivery bed,

I used my hands and feet, sliding out with a “gulp!”

The doctors and nurses froze in shock.

"This—! I’ve never seen a birth so smooth! What an angel baby!"

I cried loudly, lying in my bestie’s arms and winking at her.

[Good Turtle, see how amazing I am!]

She hugged me, crying and laughing. "Yes! My little angel, I love you!"

The Lawson couple rushed to embrace me, and I stopped crying at once.

I held up my tiny rosy hands toward them, bowing repeatedly.

"Look! The young master bowed and greeted his grandparents again! This really is a destined bond!"

Overjoyed, Old Master Lawson thrust a share transfer document into my arms, while the old lady slipped her heirloom jade bracelet onto my bestie’s wrist.

"My dear daughter-in-law, you’ve given our Lawson family great honor!"

Before my bestie could respond, Ethan stormed in.

"Dad, Mom! You should check on Natalie too! She’s in agony and needs the whole family’s support!"

After a few instructions, the old couple left for the next ward.

Inside, Natalie screamed in misery.

Hearing that my bestie had delivered in under twenty seconds only made her more desperate to compete.

When the doctor warned the baby was large and might need a C-section, she refused outright.

But the malposition nearly caused a massive hemorrhage.

After a night of torment, her child was finally born.

Natalie lay half-dead, utterly drained. The hospital buzzed with gossip: the Lawson family had two grandsons—one a grateful angel baby, the other a debt collector.

Grandpa Lawson, in high spirits, named me Alexander Lawson, symbolizing wisdom, brilliance, and initiative.

He named Natalie’s son Lucas, because he cried endlessly.

Natalie fumed, while my bestie beamed, hugging and kissing me.

"Good baby, that’s wonderful!"

But I stayed cautious, knowing Natalie had deliberately timed her delivery with mine for her own schemes.

Sure enough, that night someone sneaked into the nursery, picked me up, and tried to switch me with Natalie's son!

I sneered inwardly and wailed at the top of my lungs.

My best friend, forewarned to stay vigilant, rushed in with her men.

The nurse attempting the switch was caught red-handed, but she refused to say who had ordered it. "Oh, oh, oh, Mom and Dad, please help me! This is unbearable!"

My best friend wept bitterly, and the Lawson couple hurried to comfort her.

The nurse eventually confessed, claiming she had tried to swap me with her son, but the old couple remained doubtful.

After all, the nurse’s baby was already a month old—the switch would have been easily exposed.

The excuse was too far-fetched.

Natalie then appeared, clutching her son and crying, thanking God.

Her harsh scolding of the nurse only deepened the old couple’s suspicions.

But with no evidence, they had no choice but to let it go.

For the next month at the confinement center,

Natalie behaved herself and caused no trouble.

I, however, was unusually sensible.

To protect my best friend’s figure, I refused breast milk and only drank formula.

I stuck strictly to the 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. routine every day. If I grew hungry at night, I pressed the button for the nanny, never disturbing my best friend’s rest.

Meanwhile, Natalie was constantly tormented by her son, sleepless, her breasts cracked from his feeding, wailing in pain.

She cursed bitterly, muttering, "Yin Yang, drinking formula makes me irritable and stupid."

I giggled before the Lawson couple.

I even babbled with them, palm to palm, showing cleverness that shamed Natalie.

With no outlet for her rage, she took it out on the scumbag Ethan.

"You promised to divorce Emily and marry me. When will you?"

"You said you had no feelings for her, only for me and our son. Have you changed your mind now?"

Ethan could only coax her patiently. "Natalie, you know my parents’ temper. Changing their minds isn’t easy. We must take it step by step..."

These words twisted Natalie’s emotions.

Alarm bells rang within her, and she finally made her move at the full moon banquet.

The banquet was crowded with guests, nearly every dignitary in Chicago present. Facing grandeur, my face was bright with smiles.

I bowed politely to everyone, looking immensely proud!

Everyone exclaimed, "We’ve long heard the Lawson family’s eldest son is blessed by heaven—smiling, bowing, even understanding Chairman Lawson's words during confinement. Seeing him today proves it true!"

"Congratulations to Chairman Lawson on the birth of such a gifted grandson!"

All praise went to me, while no one noticed Lucas, crying loudly in fright.

As Natalie held her son, grinding her teeth in fury, the long-absent Summers family suddenly arrived.

My best friend carried me forward. "Dad, Mom, you’re here..."

Before she finished, Su’s mother pulled out a paternity test report and slapped it in her face.

"Don’t call me Mom. I have no daughter so shameless!"