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.

Jenny shouted at me, "Go to stop Wendy!"

I didn't dare to stop Wendy. I was afraid that she would eat me.

Wendy stared at the fish and suddenly grabbed one.

She tightly gripped the fish.

Then she opened her mouth and stuffed the fish into her mouth without hesitation.

The fish was chewed into pieces by Wendy, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth and dripped onto the ground.

Only raw food could make Wendy calm down and bring her pleasure.

I was so scared that I ran away quickly.

Jenny scolded me behind my back, "Why do you run away? Your nephew won't support you when you are old."

Bruce held Wendy down and told her to stop eating.

But Wendy bit Bruce madly.

Bruce cried out in pain. Wendy finally calmed down after Bruce slapped her in the face.

Wendy didn't eat other foods. She only liked to eat raw food with blood.

Jenny said it was okay. She raised cows and sheep at home, and Wendy could eat them.

So Jenny killed the cows and sheep at home and fed them raw to Wendy.

Only then did Wendy calm down.

Wendy was becoming more and more terrifying, so I didn't go back home often.

Although she was scary, I was still curious about her.

When Wendy was in her 18th month of pregnancy, I went back home to see her.

This month she couldn't eat anything and complained of stomachache every night.

She said it felt like bugs were biting her.

When Wendy lifted up her clothes, I could clearly see something like a worm crawling on her belly.

Her belly suddenly bulged out strangely, and several lines ran from her belly to her neck.

Wendy suddenly opened her eyes, and I was so scared that I quickly took a few steps back.

Jenny smiled and said, "You don't know. The baby is moving.

"I take care of Wendy well. Look, the baby's feet are strong."

But I saw bugs crawling around.

Wendy couldn't sleep at night because of the pain and ran around everywhere.

Jenny tied up Wendy and comforted her, "I saw it on TV. It's normal to have toe pain in late pregnancy.

"Just bear with it. The baby will be a strong boy when he is born."

But Wendy continued to scream like crazy, and the neighbors nearby all came to complain.

"She howls every night. We can't fall asleep."

"Wendy's pregnancy is abnormal. She has been pregnant for a long time but hasn't given birth yet. Why don't you take her to the hospital?"

"Yeah, her belly is scary big."

Jenny scolded them, "You know nothing. Wendy is pregnant with triplets."

Triplets? How did Jenny know they were triplets?

Did she take Wendy to do an ultrasound?

Jenny continued, "I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamt Wendy had triplets."

It turned out that Jenny was just dreaming.

The neighbors didn't believe Jenny at all.

"I don't care about that. Wendy disturbed my grandson's sleep at night. If I hear her screaming again tonight, I will kill her."

Jenny ran out with a knife, and the neighbors were so scared that they ran away.

"Don't run away. I'm going to kill you! You're just jealous that my grandson will be successful!"

But at night, Wendy was still howling.

This time she screamed more violently than usual and rolled around on the ground.

When the pain became unbearable, she began to pound her stomach hard.

Jenny was frightened when she saw this, and she begged Wendy. "Wendy, please stop. Don't hit my grandson. Just bear with it. I'll take you to the hospital to give birth now."

Bruce told me to call the ambulance and send Wendy to the hospital.

I wouldn't get involved, or they would blame me for calling the hospital.

I said to Bruce, "Bruce, call it yourself. My phone is out of battery."

Jenny vented her anger on me.

"You can do nothing. You're useless.

"Hurry up and help pack up and take Wendy to the hospital."

I stuffed a few clothes into the bag and handed it to Jenny.

"Mom, I won't go. I have to go on a business trip tomorrow morning."

Jenny grabbed the bag.

"You don't have to go. Just give me 50 thousand dollars. Wendy needs money for giving birth."