After my mom had a hysterectomy, she miraculously got pregnant with sextuplets! She flung the ultrasound report in my face, her massive belly jutting out. “This is the latest artificial womb technology! You can pick the number of babies and their genders! Once these six boys are born, your dad and I will finally show everyone in our small town what we’re made of!” I was positive she’d been scammed by some shady clinic. I nagged and pressured her to go to a reputable hospital for a check-up. Just as I expected, the tests showed she wasn’t pregnant at all. Her swollen belly was due to severe cirrhosis, causing fluid buildup. If she’d waited a few more days for treatment, it would’ve been life-threatening! I saved her life. But I never imagined that once she recovered, she’d resent me for it. “Severe cirrhosis? That’s just an excuse! You secretly aborted my babies, didn’t you? You were afraid my six boys would fight you for the inheritance, so you came up with this wicked idea!” “You killed the six boys the Miller family needed!” That night, while I was sound asleep, she choked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Mom first showed off her sextuplet pregnancy. This time, I said, “Mom, you really need to take it easy and make sure our little brothers are born safe and sound.” I had been reborn. Mom was joyfully stroking her slightly swollen belly, her face practically glowing with smug satisfaction and pure excitement. She giggled, “I secretly went for an artificial womb procedure last month, and I can’t believe I got pregnant with sextuplets this month! Even the doctors said I’m blessed with fertility; six babies are nothing for me!” Dad’s eyes widened, and he gasped. “Sextuplets?” “Sharon, you know I have a heart condition. Please don’t joke around like this. And besides, is that artificial womb thing really reliable? I haven’t seen anything about it on the news.” Mom’s face immediately turned cold. “Nonsense!” “I paid a fortune—ten thousand dollars—for this artificial womb surgery! How could it not be reliable? This technology was just brought in from overseas. You can choose the number of babies and their genders. Once these six boys are born, your dad and I will finally hold our heads high in this town!” “Chloe, you’re the college grad, you must know about this. Come on, explain to your dad what an artificial womb is.” As she spoke, she squinted at me. Her gaze stunned me for a second, and the memories of my past life flooded back completely. In my last life, she’d played this same act, pretending to ask for my opinion. I had heard whispers about artificial wombs, but there was zero research proving it could be used on humans. And my mom? She’d had a hysterectomy years ago. To think it could help her get pregnant with sextuplets was just ridiculous. It was utter nonsense. Without much thought, I told her directly, “That’s impossible. Where did you get this ‘artificial womb’ surgery done? You must have been scammed by some shady little clinic. As for your suddenly swollen belly, I really think you should get it checked out at a reputable hospital.” Mom rolled her eyes at me. “What? Are you jealous that I can still get pregnant with sextuplets at over fifty?” As always, she gave me a sour look. “I bet you’re just afraid that once I have my sextuplets, you won’t be loved, won’t inherit the family property, so you’re deliberately trying to upset me, right?” “You want to trick me into getting an abortion.” Her words made me genuinely laugh, a bitter laugh. Our ‘family fortune’ was a small, run-down house and a beat-up sedan from ten years ago. Barely worth a few thousand. Was *that* what she considered an inheritance? I grudgingly shut my mouth, not daring to say another word. Yet, only a few days later, my mom’s belly had ballooned to twice its size. According to her, she was only a little over a month pregnant, but her stomach was round as a basketball, completely abnormal. Besides, I never believed someone who’d had a hysterectomy could actually get pregnant with sextuplets. She jutted out her belly. “Well? Can’t you feel the six little lives already? Six babies at once! When my precious sons grow up, they’re definitely going to spoil me rotten.” After thinking it over, I still gathered my courage and spoke up. “Mom, you *have* to go to a reputable hospital for a check-up immediately. Your belly suddenly swelling up like this means there’s something wrong with your body. Stop dreaming about having sextuplets!” But Mom didn’t appreciate it. She angrily raised her hand and slapped me across the face, then pushed me to the ground, deliberately grinding her foot into my face. “You little tramp, is my pregnancy bothering you? How dare you say something like that to me? Do you have a death wish or something?!” It wasn’t until Mom was writhing in unbearable pain and fainted at home that I finally got her to the hospital. Within half an hour, she was diagnosed with severe cirrhosis. Her abdomen wasn’t filled with any so-called sextuplets; it was ascites caused by her illness. The doctor explicitly told me that if my mom had waited a few more days, her life would have been in danger. After the surgery, my mom’s belly completely deflated. I thought she would thank me for saving her life. But instead, she not only showed no gratitude but screamed, cried, and wailed, accusing me of killing her sextuplets. She even choked me to death while I was sound asleep! Before I died, I used all my strength to ask, “Mom, why…?” Her eyes turned bloodshot. “You killed my six boys, I wish you could die six times over! And you still have the nerve to ask me why? Even if you die, I’ll keep cursing you until my hatred is satisfied!” What was even more ridiculous was that while my mom was strangling me, my dad just stood by, watching coldly. He hypocritically shed tears. “Chloe, your mom didn’t mean it. You’ll forgive her, won’t you?” I treated them with genuine kindness, only to meet a tragic end. It wasn’t worth it. I pulled myself out of the chaotic memories. I looked at my mom, who stood before me, belly protruding, looking smug. I chuckled softly. “Wow, Mom, I actually *have* seen reports about artificial womb technology! That’s amazing, Mom, am I really going to have six little brothers?” “Don’t worry, as long as you give birth to these six brothers, I’ll work my fingers to the bone to buy houses for all of them.” She finally looked at me properly, nodding with satisfaction. “Chloe Miller, I didn’t raise you for nothing.” I sneered softly. Of course, I’d buy houses for my six little brothers. The prerequisite was that she actually manage to give birth to sextuplets. I wanted to see, Without my timely intervention, what would become of her. 2. Hearing me say that, my usually silent dad became agitated. He kept giving me warning glances. When I remained unmoved, he sighed. “Actually, Chloe just secretly told me she thinks you’re 100% being scammed. I won’t argue with you about the ten thousand dollars, but you really should go to the hospital for a check-up.” “Sextuplets? Don’t even think about it, it’s just too absurd.” “Right, Chloe?” My dad didn’t even bother to hide his true feelings, directly pushing all the blame onto me. In my previous life, he was exactly the same. He feared my fierce mom. Whenever he had an opinion, he’d always make sure to emphasize that *I* said it, conveniently shifting all responsibility onto me. This satisfied his own needs while simultaneously driving a wedge between my mom and me. Because of him, I was unfairly blamed for so many things. The relationship between my mom and me grew increasingly strained. While they fought, someone else always benefited. And my dad was always the one hiding behind us, stirring up trouble between us. Compared to my foolish and impulsive mom, he wasn’t much better. Neither of them were good people. But now, I didn’t want to play their tiresome blame game anymore. I deliberately spoke in a sarcastic tone. “Mom, you heard what I just said. I’m even buying houses for my brothers, so how could I *not* support you having kids?” “Could it be that Dad is deliberately adding fuel to the fire?” “Oh my god, Dad says he wants Mom to get a check-up, but he’s actually just trying to trick Mom into getting an abortion! Dad isn’t on your side at all!” My mom exploded the moment she heard that. She completely blew up, hands on her hips, yelling furiously at my dad. “It’s all because you’re useless, man! Otherwise, how could I still not have a son by now?!” “This is what you owe me! I’ll have sextuplets if I want to!” Even though my dad was cunning, he was truly a spineless wimp. My mom’s shouting scared him witless; he stammered for ages, unable to string a sentence together. “I… I… Honey, how could I mean that?” He forced a sheepish laugh and shied away. “Have them, have them! Is it okay if I let you have them?!” He looked at me with ill intent. “I don’t have money to support your pregnancy. Whoever supports you having them should pay for it.” My dad was doing this on purpose. I had contradicted him in front of my mom, making her yell at him, so he wanted to get back at me in this way. Sure enough, the next second, my mom immediately exchanged a look with him, and then her eyes darted around. She righteously made demands of me. “Anyway, you’re buying houses for your six brothers, so you shouldn’t mind spending a little extra money on Mom, right? From today on, the task of buying supplements to support my pregnancy falls on you.” “If you don’t take care of me properly, you’re dead.” Both of them were full of schemes, trying to screw me over. I smiled. “Of course. Even if Mom wanted the moon from the sky, I’d bring it down for you. Buying some supplements? That’s nothing!” “Caviar, truffles, foie gras, exotic delicacies? Do you want all of those? I’ll buy them for you right away. You can have as much as you want. Everything for my mom’s sextuplets first!” My mom’s eyes widened; she clearly didn’t believe I was suddenly so generous. She pursed her lips. “Chloe, are you cooking up some mischief? I’m your mom. If you dare to trick or play me, that’s unfilial, and you’ll go to hell when you die!” I shook my head repeatedly. “Mom, I wouldn’t dare.” I agreed verbally, but secretly, right under her nose, I opened Wish. Caviar for five bucks, truffles for thirty cents, and a few bucks for some mystery seafood. I ordered them without batting an eyelid. She wouldn’t know real quality if it bit her, anyway. Gosh, why didn’t I realize that being a dutiful child could be so cheap before? Hehe. I looked up at my mom again. “From now on, I’ll handle your three meals a day. I promise to make sure you eat your fill. For our family’s sextuplets, it’s nothing if I’m a little busy or tired.” I had even planned out her meals. Sugary pastries for breakfast, greasy fried chicken and burgers for lunch, and a full BBQ feast for dinner. Three daily ‘liver-destroying’ specials for a severe cirrhosis patient. How could I be so clever? 3. I found an excuse to move out of the house. After all, staying at home, I never knew when I might meet an untimely end. Although my mom was a bit reluctant, she now relied on me to order her takeout meals every day. She was counting on me to earn money, so how could she genuinely object? Mom had longed for a son her whole life, wishing upon every star. Now, suddenly learning she was pregnant with sextuplets, she was completely satisfied, as if her lifelong dream had finally come true. She bragged to anyone who would listen. “Sextuplets! All boys! You could pray to every saint out there for half a lifetime and never get this lucky! Our Miller family has always been quiet, but now we’re about to make a huge splash—we’re finally going to have heirs!” “You can be jealous all you want, it won’t help!” She even got carried away and posted about it on Ins to show off. [Your Momma’s got sextuplets! Bet you never saw that coming. Oh well, what can I say? My womb just works miracles! Let’s see who dares to mock our Miller family for having no heirs now!] [Sigh, ever since I got pregnant with sextuplets, my husband has been so good to me. He cooks extra meals and even massages my feet. You probably don’t have a husband like mine, do you? I’m just so blessed.] [Hubby sleeps with his hand on my baby bump every night.] [This is what a sextuplet baby bump looks like!!] [You’re all probably so jealous, aren’t you? Too bad you don’t have my good fortune.] At first, a few people responded. But soon, her Ins posts were met with silence, like a stone sinking into the sea. This enraged her. With her belly jutting out, she shamelessly hosted a so-called family get-together, inviting a few relatives and friends to continue bragging. “Oh, haven’t you all seen my Ins posts? Aren’t you jealous of my good fortune? Once my sextuplets are born, I’m going to become an influencer, and so many people will support my six adorable boys!” “Do you want to touch? I’m giving you a chance at this party to share in my good luck.” But after just a few days, her belly had grown even bigger. If you got close enough, you could hear sloshing sounds from her abdomen when she moved. The relatives all found it a little… off. “Didn’t you say you’re only one month pregnant? How is your belly already so big? Even for sextuplets, that seems exaggerated. Besides, hospitals don’t really recommend having so many at once these days.” Another relative quickly chimed in. “Yeah, have you had any prenatal check-ups? Why hasn’t the doctor suggested selective reduction? Carrying on the family line is important, but you shouldn’t risk your life for it. Being careful never hurts.” Hearing the relatives, my dad plucked up his courage and smiled at my mom, gently touching her baby bump. He said cautiously, “Yeah, maybe we should still go to the hospital for a check-up? You haven’t wanted to do prenatal check-ups since you got pregnant, that’s too dangerous!” “Dangerous?” “How am *I* dangerous?! Sextuplets are a blessing! What if those barren bitches at the hospital, who can’t get pregnant themselves, get jealous and try to harm them?” I suspected the shady clinic was afraid my mom would discover the truth, so they specifically told her not to go to the hospital. The more she talked, the angrier she got. She finally crossed her arms and started cursing at the two relatives who had just advised her. “Are you out of your minds?! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking—you’re jealous that I’m pregnant with sextuplets, so you’d suggest I reduce them?!” “Those are living babies! Every single one!” “If anything happens to my six sons, I will not let you animals get away with it. Believe me, I can make you regret it today!” Mom’s insults were truly nasty. The two relatives weren’t pushovers either; they shouted back, unwilling to be outdone. “Jealous? That’s hilarious! We don’t even know if sextuplets born like this will survive. You haven’t even had a single prenatal check-up. What if all six of them are deformed?!” I stood by and watched them argue furiously. My mom glared at the relatives, enraged and furious. “How can people like you exist in this world, jealous of me to this extent? Aren’t you disgusting? I’m telling you, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I’ll end you! I’ll show you how ridiculous you are.” The relatives saw that she had completely lost it and were too tired to argue with her anymore. They sullenly shut their mouths and said nothing further. Now, no one would dare question her strange belly. After all, no one wanted to get entangled with a nutcase like her. Torturing herself to the point of looking like a total wreck, all for the sake of her supposed six baby boys—that was truly her style.
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