My sister-in-law Wendy Wilson was pregnant for 15 months but still didn't give birth.

I asked her to go to the hospital for a checkup.

But my mother Jenny Wilson said, "It's fine. The baby will bring good luck to our family."

I was still worried and secretly took Wendy to the hospital.

It turned out that Wendy was not pregnant at all.

Instead, she had a huge ball of flesh inside her body.

After knowing the result, Wendy and Jenny were very disappointed and put the blame on me.

Wendy said, "It's not a ball. It's just not the right time to give birth. You killed my child!"

"You killed my grandson. I'll kill you!" Jenny said.

Then they pushed me down the stairs.

When I woke up again, I was on my way to take Wendy to the hospital for a checkup.

1

I was in the car and just arrived at the hospital.

The driver honked and said, "We've arrived."

My sister-in-law Wendy asked me, "Nancy, are you taking me to the hospital?

"I told you I don't want a checkup. There's nothing wrong with the baby."

I was stunned for a moment. It turned out that I had returned to the day when I took Wendy to the hospital for a checkup.

I quickly took out my phone to change the destination.

Then I said to the driver, "Sir, you must have made a mistake. Our destination is not here."

The driver apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry, I misread the destination and thought it was here.

"The destination is Mamon Store."

Wendy looked confused, and I turned to her.

I said, "Wendy, you are about to give birth. I want to take you to the store to buy some maternal and child supplies. I want to buy some clothes for my nephew."

When Wendy heard this, she immediately became delighted.

"You're a good aunt."

We went to the store and bought some baby clothes, and then Wendy went back happily.

Before leaving, she also bought a can of milk powder for pregnant women.

Well, I spent a few hundred dollars to save my life.

In my previous life, I secretly brought Wendy to the hospital.

As a result, the doctor was very serious.

"If you don't stay in the hospital now, it will be dangerous in a month or two. We don't know whether this lump is benign or malignant."

In the end, the doctor dug out a ball of flesh weighing more than ten pounds in Wendy's body.

Wendy couldn't accept the fact and was afraid of being laughed at by the neighbors.

So she instigated my mother Jenny and said that I made her lose the child.

Jenny roared at me like an angry lion, "Why did you meddle in this? It is not easy for your brother to get married and have a child. It's normal for Wendy to be pregnant for more than a year. Why are you making trouble?

"You killed my grandson. I will kill you!"

After saying that, Jenny and Wendy pushed me down the stairs.

In this life, I wouldn't get involved again. I just hoped to live a long life.

It was raining outside and both Wendy and I got our heads wet.

When we got home, Jenny brought a towel to Wendy while questioning me, "Wendy is pregnant. Where did you take her? If something happens, can you bear the responsibility?"

My brother Bruce Wilson took the towel to wipe the water off Wendy's head.

He touched her belly and said to me, "Nancy, are you jealous of Wendy because you can't get pregnant?"

I was speechless.

I had been married for three years, but I wanted to stabilize my career, so I was not ready to have children.

My husband Herman Carter was poor in my previous life. After Wendy killed me, he took care of my family.

He also gave his three houses to my family.

But Herman didn't know the murderer was living in the house.

In the end, he was also killed.

Jenny and Bruce only cared for the baby in Wendy's belly.

For this baby, Jenny went to the church to pray in the morning and read the Bible at home in the evening.

She would pray before eating. "I hope the baby will be born safely."

Jenny said, "Wendy, if I hadn't prayed every day, you wouldn't have gotten pregnant so quickly, right?"

In my previous life, I told Jenny that if it was abnormal that Wendy was pregnant for more than a year, and her belly was as big as a ball.

But Jenny scolded me for having no common sense.

"Don't say that. The baby is healthy.

"You don't even know when a melon is ripe. You're a college student, but you're not as knowledgeable as an old woman like me."

Wendy was pregnant with a ball. How could it be a baby?

I guessed in the end, it would be a tragedy.

Wendy quickly thanked Jenny and helped her sit on the sofa.

"Jenny, I know. It's all thanks to you that I got pregnant."

If Wendy knew she was pregnant with a ball, would she still be grateful to Jenny?

"Nancy just took me out to buy some baby clothes. We didn't run around."

Jenny took the baby clothes I bought, but she looked unhappy.

"Why did you buy pink clothes? You want a boy to wear pink?"

These clothes were chosen by Wendy.

At that time, I was busy sorting out my thoughts about my previous life and didn't even look at what Wendy picked.

Wendy immediately put the blame on me.

"That's right. The baby must be a boy. Why did you buy pink clothes?

"I said I don't want pink clothes, but Nancy said the pink ones look better."

It turned out that Wendy had bad intentions from the beginning and deliberately let me be scolded.

She turned to me and said, "Nancy, since you bought the wrong clothes, transfer ten thousand dollars to me, and I'll buy them myself.

"I'll buy some supplements for Jenny. She's been tired these days.

"I'll also buy a gift for Bruce. He has contributed a lot."

I understood what Wendy was thinking.

She wanted both clothes and money.

Now she was blatantly asking for money from me.

Jenny said, "Nancy, Wendy is right. If you didn't buy the pink clothes, she wouldn't have to go out again. After all, she is now pregnant."

I didn't say anything but took out my phone.

Soon, the delivery man arrived.

I smiled and said to Jenny, "Mom, the store owner said she got the wrong ones. Look, the clothes are blue.

"She said she had made a mistake, so she will give the pink clothes to us for free."

Jenny was very happy. She was only concerned with admiring the blue clothes, but she forgot about the ten thousand dollars that Wendy had just asked me for.

"Blue clothes are more suitable," Jenny said.

Wendy looked at me angrily with her eyes wide open.

In my previous life, Wendy was sent to the hospital in time, and the test results showed that she had a benign tumor.

If I didn't help her this time, I didn't know whether it was benign or malignant.

Wendy was pregnant for 16 months.

Wendy's appetite had been growing recently.

Jenny had to make more food each meal, but Wendy ate all the food.

I watched Wendy wolfing down the food and looking for something. The spoon seemed too small for her, so she threw it aside. In the end, she ate the food directly with her hands.

I didn't see her chewing, and it seemed like she was just putting the food directly into her stomach.

Her stomach was like a bottomless pit.

I was stunned.

Even Bruce didn't eat as much as Wendy.

Jenny looked at Wendy with a smile.

"That's good. Eat more, and the baby will be stronger."

Then she turned to me with a straight face and said, "You've never been pregnant, so you don't know that pregnant women eat a lot. I asked you to have a baby, but you said you were busy with work. What's the point of working if you don't have a child?"

Before I even started eating, Wendy snatched my plate away.

"It seems you're not hungry. I'll eat for you."

I was indeed not hungry. As I watched her wolfing down the food like a monster, I lost my appetite.

Wendy burped after eating, and Jenny said with a smile, "Wendy, you ate so much. The baby will be a fat boy when he is born."

Less than five minutes later, Wendy said she was hungry again.

Jenny immediately went to cook for her.

The food that Jenny ate a day was enough for our family to eat for a month.

While Jenny was cooking, Wendy ran to the backyard.

Lying on the ground, she started to eat the tomatoes.

Bruce touched Wendy's belly calmly.

"Mom, the baby must be strong!"

Jenny was very happy when she saw it.

Bruce squatted next to Wendy, staring at her happily.

When Wendy looked up, I was so scared that I took a few steps back.

Her eyes were as fierce as a beast's.

Wendy ate up all the tomatoes we grew in the backyard within one month.

I thought that by next month, we would have no food to eat.

Unexpectedly...

In the 17th month of pregnancy, Wendy no longer liked to eat tomatoes or vegetables.

She liked eating raw food more and more.

Wendy stared at the bloody raw beef in the refrigerator and started to eat it directly.

She chewed it hard, with a satisfied and wild expression on her face.

After eating, she even licked the blood at the corner of her mouth.

Jenny said, "It's normal to eat raw beef. This means the baby is very strong."

But in less than a minute, Wendy started looking for raw food again, and she saw the fish Jenny bought.

Realizing that Wendy was going to eat the fish, Jenny stopped her immediately.

"You can't eat the fish. It's still alive."

I was speechless. Since Jenny didn't let Wendy eat the fish, why did she let her eat raw beef?

Wendy ignored Jenny and knocked her to the ground like a mad beast.