Chapter 2

[Host is about to complete the pain point task.]

[The male lead and the second male lead will soon see the true nature of the female supporting character and awaken. Are you sure you want to abandon all your progress?]

“Yes.”

I lay in a pool of blood, softly murmuring:

“I don't want it. I don't want my brother, and I don't want Ezra.”

“Ah—”

As I spoke, a sharp pain pierced through me. I barely opened my eyes to see my brother, Gideon, sneering as he stomped on my stomach.

“Save... the child…”

My child...

The pain contorted my face, yet my brother withdrew his foot disdainfully.

“Playing the pregnancy card again?”

“I told you if you dared to make Nora cry, I’d make you bleed. Have you learned your lesson now?”

Ezra stood indifferent too.

“If the child is lost, it’s for the best. I promised Nora that I'd marry you but only have children with her.”

“Mabel, be good, don’t make things difficult for me.”

“A little blood won’t kill you; reflect on it right here.”

With that, they left without looking back. I watched their retreating figures, feeling the blood draining away beneath me.

My body grew colder.

My child...

I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have. Maybe I was destined to be a lonely star.

In my original world, I was an orphan.

Ill and without money for treatment, I waited quietly for death.

Then the system found me.

It said that if I completed the predetermined plot tasks of the novel, the family in the novel would become my real family.

Then, I would be the happiest person.

I believed it and became the youngest daughter of the Gideon family, Mabel.

At first, I was happy. My parents were loving, my brother cherished me, and Ezra and I were fond of each other.

Until Mom died.

Dad quickly brought back a woman, and with her, he only cared about her child—Nora.

I hated them for making Dad forget Mom and my brother and me.

Back then, my brother and I were united against them.

Ezra promised he would love me forever.

But promises were fleeting.

I had been bound by family ties for too long, and at this moment.

I suddenly didn’t want them anymore.

As darkness overtook my consciousness, a cold familiar voice sounded:

[Child successfully miscarried. Congratulations, Host, on achieving two-thirds of the pain point task.]