Chapter 3

This life, I chose to watch coldly from the sidelines as they self-destructed together.

Until they worked themselves to death.

When necessary, I would even lend them a helping hand.

"Brother, what are you saying? I'm your sister. Never mind whether my nephew supports me in old age or not. Just sharing the same surname with him means I'll be his servant for life."

After saying this, I thoughtfully massaged my brother's swollen legs from the pregnancy.

"Brother, you're truly our family's great contributor. Our ancestors would be so happy to know our family produced a man who could get pregnant."

"After all, this is our family's purest bloodline!"

"That's right! Not just the purest bloodline, if it inherits my high IQ it will be incredibly impressive." My brother was quite confident.

I laid on the flattery thick, making my brother and mom beam with joy.

"Oh my, you're absolutely right. When I was pregnant with your brother, I always dreamed of dragons and phoenixes and such. I knew this child would be special! See, it's come true now. Your brother is so capable, actually pregnant with a divine child."

"Unlike that jinx who came into our family for three years and couldn't even lay an egg."

The "jinx" my mom was referring to was actually my sister-in-law.

My brother had been married before, but divorced.

It wasn't that my sister-in-law was bad, or that she was lazy.

It was that my brother looked down on all women from the bottom of his heart.

He claimed his IQ was 180, that no woman in the world was worthy of him or fit to bear his children.

Especially my sister-in-law who hadn't gotten pregnant in three years of marriage. My mom saw her as a thorn in her side.

She would make sarcastic remarks at the slightest provocation, calling my sister-in-law a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

My brother was even worse. It was clearly his own problem, but he blamed the inability to have children all on my sister-in-law.

He smoked, drank, and fooled around. His body was already ruined.

To have a child sooner, my sister-in-law told him to quit these bad habits and then go to the hospital together for a checkup.

But unexpectedly, he stomped on her stomach with his foot.

"Your belly is useless, and you blame me?"

"I'm warning you, I'll play however I want. I don't need you to teach me!"

"A woman like you not being able to have my child means you're not worthy."

When he got carried away with the insults, he even extended it to all women, "I'm warning you, not being able to have children is always you women's problem. It has nothing to do with us men."

Seeing my sister-in-law groaning in pain on the ground,

I kindly tried to persuade him that he should listen to her and go for a checkup.

But I got beaten up along with her.

My mom even said I deserved it.

She said I was helping an outsider speak against my own brother.

Because of this, I was often verbally abused by my mom.

While my brother would beat my sister-in-law every few days.

My sister-in-law was in tears, often complaining to me, but I was powerless to help.

After all, in this family that favored boys over girls, I really had no say.

Let alone her being my mom's daughter-in-law, even I as the biological daughter was often mocked and ridiculed by my mom.

In my mom's eyes, only my brother who crawled out of her belly existed. I didn't deserve to exist.