Chapter 1

I saw the nanny swap her baby with my sister.

Just as I was about to switch them back, a the live commentary scrolling across my vision

**[This must be the start of Alice’s nightmare, right?]**

**[Her biological sister is actually a born devil.]**

**[At three years old, she’d stab her sister’s eyes with a fork.]**

**[At ten, she’d put mercury in her sister’s milk.]**

**[At eighteen, she’d sell her off to some remote place just to claim the inheritance…]**

**[She's nothing like the nanny’s girl – so sweet and docile!]**

**[The choice of who gets to be her sister is entirely up to Alice now.]**

I quickly put the baby down.

Actually… blood ties aren't *that* important, right? Who truly cares for me is what matters most.

My mom was being rushed into the delivery room, and my dad and I were pacing anxiously in the hospital corridor.

The doctor’s warning before he entered the emergency room still echoed in my mind.

He'd said the baby was in a difficult position and might require a C-section after attempting natural birth, so we should prepare ourselves.

We waited for nearly four hours, until finally, my dad and I heard a baby’s cry.

Mother and daughter were safe.

When the nurse wheeled Mom and my sister out, Mom was still groggy from the anesthesia, completely lost in a deep sleep.

Back in the hospital room, Mrs. Davis, our nanny, who had been waiting since early morning, immediately came forward, eager to care for Mom.

My dad quickly waved her off.

"No, no, Mrs. Davis. You just gave birth yourself; you should go rest first."

It was a strange coincidence; Mrs. Davis and my mom had given birth on the same day.

But Mrs. Davis had a natural delivery and was out of the delivery room much earlier.

She was still quick on her feet and, as soon as she was cleaned up, she hurried to Mom’s room.

When my dad insisted, she just waved her hand, looking completely unfazed.

"We're not that delicate, Mr. Peterson. My mother-in-law was back working in the fields the day after she had my husband."

Mrs. Davis’s honest husband, Mr. Davis, stood beside her, nodding in agreement.

Even though my dad tried to protest further, Mrs. Davis had already taken the warm towel from his hand and gently wiped the cold sweat from Mom’s forehead.

Mrs. Davis then nudged me forward.

"Alice is still young, and she's been hungry for a long time. Mr. Peterson, you should take Alice out to eat."

She added that my dad was a big man, clumsy with babies, and would only be in the way in the room.

My dad looked a bit awkward but also seemed to relax.

Clearly, he was quite pleased with Mrs. Davis’s initiative to stay and look after Mom.

Besides, Mrs. Davis had worked for our family for many years and had never made a single mistake.

After a moment of hesitation, my dad agreed.

"We’ll be back soon."

Then he picked me up and carried me downstairs.

On the way, he said, "See, Alice, Mrs. Davis is so good to you. You must never bully her daughter, Chloe, when she grows up."

I nodded obediently.

But when we reached the car, my dad realized he’d forgotten the car keys.

Just then, his phone rang. He pointed to the hospital building and quietly asked me to go up and fetch the keys for him.

Thankfully, I remembered the way back to the room.

I ran back to the hospital room with light steps, only to find the door locked.

I stood on tiptoes, about to knock and ask Mrs. Davis to open the door.

The next second, through the glass panel, I saw her pick up the baby lying beside Mom.

Then she placed the unfamiliar baby she was holding into the spot where my sister should have been.

She even carefully swapped the wristbands on the infants.

My eyes widened, and I held my breath, my entire body tense.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man swaying as he walked towards the room.

Instinctively, I opened the door to the next room and ducked inside.

It was Mrs. Davis's husband, Mr. Davis.

Through the slightly ajar door, I heard Mrs. Davis, holding the baby, complaining incessantly to him.

"I told you to stand guard at the door, but you just *had* to go take a pee! What if the Petersons find out we swapped the babies?"

"If we get caught, neither of us will get off easy, and your daughter won't be a little lady anymore!"

Mr. Davis offered a placating smile.

"Oh, come on, I saw them go downstairs to the car. How could they possibly come back? Don't scare yourself."

Their voices gradually faded away.

I tremblingly left the room where I had been hiding, feeling like my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Terrified, I couldn't stop crying. I went to Mom’s bedside and kept pushing her, wanting to wake her up and tell her that my sister had been swapped.

But Mom was still under the effects of the anesthesia, completely unconscious. No matter how much I pushed, she wouldn't wake up.

I gritted my teeth, intending to pick up the swapped baby and switch her back with my sister.

But at that exact moment, the live commentary overlays inexplicably appeared before my eyes—

**[Go on, swap them back. Bring your family’s born devil home, and then you’ll learn your lesson.]**