Chapter 3

"Honey, the baby may have a defect, but he's still ours. If we care for him, I'm sure he’ll be fine."

"Why not sell the house your mom left you? It's just sitting there. The child's medical bills, drugs, and formula will be costly. I don't want to lower your quality of life after having a baby."

I have to admit, this family has a well-calculated plan. Not only do they want me to raise Nora's baby, but they also want me to fund their lifestyle.

This greedy and malicious family wants to drain me dry!

After knowing them for three years and being married for five, I decided to give Zane one last chance.

"Zane, do you trust me?"

He smiled and said, "Of course I trust you."

I looked him in the eye and said, word by word: "This is not my child. I gave birth to a daughter. Someone switched the babies."

Zane was stunned for a moment but quickly regained his smile, holding my hand:

"Honey, you must be so tired that you're seeing things. The baby was right there when he was brought out. You had a son."

Though he acted normally, I noticed he was lying. When he lies, his eyes shift to the left, and his left hand clenches.

I'm now certain they conspired to switch the babies.

I chuckled softly.

"This child isn't mine. I won't feed him."

"I also won't sell the house my parents left me to save a child who isn't related to me."

I said this and provocatively glanced at Nora, who indeed panicked:

"Lydia, you're out of your mind. This is your child. We all saw the nurse take him out of the delivery room."

"You're a vicious woman, cruel even to a newborn. You think only you have milk? Fine, I'll just..."

Before Nora finished, Zane interrupted:

"What nonsense are you saying? I know you care about your nephew and want to make formula for him, but let Mom handle that. You focus on your exam preparation. Let's aim for success this year."

Seeing Zane rush to explain, I sneered inwardly.

Nora was probably about to say she could breastfeed herself. She can't bear to let her own child go hungry.

Zane, afraid Nora might slip up again, hurriedly pulled her away.