Chapter 4

From childhood to adulthood, no matter whether it was my brother or I who was wrong, I was always the one who got beaten.

She was just that biased.

My brother never studied hard since he was young, but my mom sold everything to send him to expensive private schools.

While I was ordered to drop out.

Fortunately, my dad was still alive then and he treated me well, so I was able to continue schooling.

Then I finally made it through to university graduation.

Just as I started working, my mom and brother began to squeeze me dry.

My meager intern salary was sucked up by them like leeches.

I didn't even get a single kind word or look from them.

Although I sympathized with my sister-in-law, I was really powerless to help.

Later, my sister-in-law became discouraged. My mom and brother also found her annoying, so they kicked her out with divorce papers.

"Mom, why bring up that jinx out of nowhere? It's bad luck!"

"Alright, I won't mention her anymore, I won't!"

Listening to their conversation on the side, I could only force a smile.

After massaging for a while, I diligently went to the kitchen to make soup for my brother.

But my mom took one look and said it was too bland.

She jabbed my head hard, "How can such bland soup be good for pregnancy? Are you trying to abuse your nephew before he's even born?"

Then she cursed as she dumped it out and made a new pot, adding a large amount of supplements.

Damn, I was so speechless I nearly died. I turned around and rolled my eyes.

I had already added plenty of supplements to that soup.

She still said it was bland?

Hah~

If she wants my brother to die sooner, then I'll just let her add whatever she wants.

I put on a smile, "Yes, yes, mom, you're right. This soup is a bit bland. So mom, you can take over making the soup!"

Over the next few days, under my mom's attentive care, my brother's belly grew increasingly round.

The octopus fetus inside his belly, having absorbed enough nutrients, moved more vigorously.

It would even show through my brother's belly skin from time to time.

Because of this, my brother was often tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He still didn't think to go to the hospital to get checked.

He just kept spending large sums of money drinking the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine bought from that so-called master.

Originally over 130 pounds, he had been fattened up by my mom.

After drinking my mom's heavily supplemented soups and that so-called master's pregnancy-stabilizing medicine, my brother looked like a withered tree.

His pale, sallow face looked like a dying person's.

But my experienced mom still hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.

She held my brother's hand with immense concern.

"Pregnancy is always this uncomfortable. When I was pregnant with you, it was much harder than this. Just hang in there a bit longer, it'll be better once the baby is born!"

My brother had become gentler in temperament since getting pregnant.

He had also gotten used to life as a "pregnant woman".

"I know, mom. For my son, it's fine if I suffer a bit. But don't forget what you said - once I give birth to your grandson, when the demolition money for the old house comes through, it all has to be given to me."

My mom rubbed my brother's belly, bending down to whisper to it.

"Don't worry, it's all yours. Mom will give it all to you. Oh, my precious grandson!"

At this moment, another bump rose on my brother's belly, clearly visible.

My mom thought it was the baby's hand. She grinned from ear to ear, "Oh my, it moved, it moved! My dear grandson!"

Watching their excited expressions from the side, I really couldn't help but mock them.

How could people these days be so crazy, not even able to tell the difference between a baby's hand and an octopus tentacle.

They've truly lived in vain.