In my previous life, I secretly aborted a son with XYY syndrome behind my husband’s family’s back, resulting in my inability to bear children ever again. When my husband found out, he beat me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the prenatal checkup, facing the doctor who was advising me to terminate the pregnancy. “Mrs. Bennett, we still advise you to consider your options carefully,” the doctor looked at me with a serious expression. I was stunned for a long while before realizing that I had been reborn. Perhaps heaven saw that I died with unfinished business and gave me a second chance. The doctor didn’t speak again, and the examination room fell into silence. “Doctor, I want to keep this child.” I spoke up. In this new life, I didn’t want to harm my body because of this child. I wanted to live for myself. If they wanted to keep this demon, then let them keep it. “You should know that this child’s genes carry antisocial personality traits. It will be a burden on your family if born.” My mother-in-law burst into the examination room, glaring at me. “Aria, don’t you dare harm my grandson again!” I looked at my mother-in-law and husband who had suddenly appeared, and realized that they had been reborn too. I smiled and clung to my husband’s arm. “Honey, we’re having a son! Aren’t you happy?” Derek looked at me suspiciously, confused by my reaction. In my previous life, didn’t I insist on aborting the child? My mother-in-law spat and grabbed my arm tightly, pushing me out of the examination room. I smiled apologetically at the doctor and closed the door behind me. My mother-in-law and husband each grabbed one of my arms, afraid I would break free and abort the child. They cursed and muttered as we left the hospital, only letting go when we got to the car. “Mom, honey, I’ve thought it through. I’ve decided to keep this child.” I looked at them sincerely, not hiding the fact that I had also been reborn. “In my past life, I was misled by the doctor to harm my own child. How could I not know what my son is like!” “It’s my blessing to give the Powell family a grandson.” I smiled at them ingratiatingly. “Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy will take good care of you this time.” I lovingly rubbed my belly. Seeing my obedient demeanor, my mother-in-law and husband, though still half-skeptical, joyfully began sharing the good news with relatives and friends. “My third son’s wife is pregnant, it’s definitely going to be a big, healthy boy! My eldest son’s wife should hurry up too!” My mother-in-law shouted loudly into the phone with her coarse voice. I envied my sister-in-law very much. My sister-in-law had a very successful career. Ryan, Derek’s older brother, was far less business-savvy than his wife, so he simply quit his job, claiming he could take care of his wife’s daily needs. He couldn’t bear to let go of his wife as an endless source of income, yet felt emasculated being with her. A few months after my death in my previous life, he had an illegitimate child. He joined forces with Derek and their mother to kill my sister-in-law, then brought his mistress home openly, and the whole family lived a lavish life using my sister-in-law’s hard-earned money. My sister-in-law valued my education and wanted to make me her business partner. In my previous life, Derek prevented it, believing that women should stay at home and cook, not become career-oriented like my sister-in-law. I wasn’t sure how much of their past lives my mother-in-law and husband remembered, nor was I certain of their plans for this life. The Powell family were all sly foxes. I decided to observe first, to avoid alerting them prematurely.
My belly grew larger and larger like a balloon. My mother-in-law watched me every moment except when she was sleeping. She was afraid I would do something to harm the child. I pretended to be obedient. My belly was a full circle larger than other pregnant women at the same stage, making even daily walking very difficult. Seeing how docile I had been these past few months, not missing any of the prescribed supplements, and now having such difficulty moving around, my mother-in-law finally felt at ease enough to leave me locked in the house alone while she went out to play cards. I finally had a chance to message my sister-in-law. Calculating the months, Ryan’s illegitimate child should be about three months younger than mine. By now, Ryan should have already started his affair. My sister-in-law told me to focus on my pregnancy and that she had her own plans for everything else. I deleted our conversation history. The Powells’ murderous intent only surfaced after Ryan’s illegitimate child was born. For now, my sister-in-law should be safe. Ryan wouldn’t give up his long-term meal ticket for an unborn child of unknown gender, would he? Later, I deeply regretted not warning my sister-in-law to be careful of her safety, but fortunately, it didn’t lead to a grave mistake. My son was born. He was bigger than most month-old babies, with ear-piercing cries. Looking at him, I felt a surge of something called maternal love. I had heard that children with XYY syndrome could make the mother’s body secrete more hormones, causing her to produce more maternal love to accommodate them. It truly was the arrival of a demon. My mother-in-law and Derek were overjoyed, boasting everywhere about how healthy and strong their grandson was, sure that he would grow up to be the bravest of men. My sister-in-law and Ryan came too. Unlike others who brought gifts for the newborn, my sister-in-law brought me many postpartum recovery products. My mother-in-law’s attitude towards my sister-in-law was unexpectedly good, becoming warm and gentle, no longer urging her to have children, and even showing concern for her well-being. Although I knew this was very unusual, as the Powells were always selfish and surely up to no good, my postpartum weakness didn’t allow me to think too much about it. I also believed my sister-in-law had her own plans. My mother-in-law named him Jason, believing it to be the most meaningful name, signifying that this child was the Powell family’s most precious treasure. The hormones made me involuntarily exude maternal love towards Jason. I knew this child was innocent, but his birth itself was a mistake. He was born evil, and in a way, by giving birth to him, I had also harmed society. But as his mother, I had the responsibility to deal with him properly, to avoid adding uncertain risks to society. Jason was very strong, often exhausting me both physically and mentally. I had read many cases of children with XYY syndrome tormenting their mothers, so I secretly asked my sister-in-law for a drug that suppresses breast milk production and took it in advance. Although my sister-in-law was puzzled, she helped me keep it a secret. I didn’t want to breastfeed Jason. My mother-in-law scolded me harshly for not having milk, because Jason had a huge appetite. The cost of formula for a week was already equal to half of Derek’s monthly salary, so my mother-in-law forced me to beg other mothers in the neighborhood to breastfeed Jason. Jason was very strong. Although still an infant, he already showed a fierce expression. When he cried, it was deafeningly loud, which didn’t endear him to others. By the time Jason was four months old, his baby teeth had already grown in, and no one was willing to risk injury to feed him. The Powells cursed and complained about this. My mother-in-law would go around the neighborhood every day, calling those people cold-hearted and selfish. Jason was constantly hungry, and his figure began to show signs of emaciation. Whenever my mother-in-law saw a mother of the right age, she would rush over and force her to breastfeed Jason. All families with young children in the neighborhood avoided us like the plague. My postpartum figure recovered quickly, becoming even thinner than before pregnancy. “The Powells are abusing Aria, not giving her enough to eat, causing the child to have to beg for milk outside. They really have no conscience,” people in the neighborhood said. My parents also wanted to come see the child. I kept making excuses to put them off, unsure if I could maintain my resolve for revenge if I saw my mom and dad.
I calculated the time and realized that Ryan’s illegitimate child should have been born by now. My sister-in-law had already obtained evidence of Ryan’s affair. If they divorced by mutual agreement, it would be very disadvantageous for Ryan. While my sister-in-law was secretly planning for divorce, my mother-in-law joyfully welcomed a woman into our home, carrying a baby that was barely a month old. “Oh, you’ve finally come! This good-for-nothing gave birth to a child but can’t raise it, relying on me to carry the baby around begging for food every day.” My mother-in-law pointed at me and cursed. My mother-in-law said this woman was brought from the countryside to help take care of the baby and, coincidentally, to breastfeed Jason. The woman didn’t look at me, but sat down on the sofa and began to unbutton her clothes to feed the baby in her arms. “Ah! Don’t bite Mommy!” The woman’s body suddenly jerked, almost throwing the baby in her arms. The child was startled and began to wail loudly. His cry was very similar to Jason’s. “You can’t even feed properly. How much strength can such a small child have!” My mother-in-law rushed over and roughly shoved the baby back into the woman’s arms. I watched the chaotic scene of my mother-in-law and the woman. I could be certain that this woman was Ryan’s mistress, and this child was Ryan’s illegitimate son. Why was Ryan’s mistress different from the last life? How exactly did the Powell family die in the previous life? Was Ryan also reborn? “What are you staring at? Come help!” My mother-in-law shoved the baby the woman was holding into my arms and made the woman hold Jason to breastfeed him. This time I got a clear look at the baby in the woman’s arms. He looked very similar to how Jason looked when he was just born! I had a bold guess. “Mom, how old is this child?” I stroked the baby’s head. “He looks a lot like Jason!” “Yvonne gave birth the day before yesterday. Our Powell family children are all blessed with good fortune, they’re all strong!” My mother-in-law didn’t turn her head, focusing on watching the woman feed Jason. I looked at the baby’s features in my arms, pondering his behavior just now, and formed a bold guess in my mind. Watching the baby finish feeding, with drool flowing from the corner of his mouth, I took a tissue, wiped the drool clean, and carefully put it in my pocket. I suspected that Ryan’s son might also have XYY syndrome!
Yvonne insisted on weaning when Jason was 10 months old. Yvonne’s baby, Kevin, had also started teething, and the two babies had tormented her beyond endurance. “What are you making a fuss about! You’re deliberately starving my grandson, aren’t you!” My mother-in-law scolded loudly. “Ryan and Derek were both weaned at two years old! How can you be so delicate as a woman!” “I’m not, Auntie, he’s just too strong.” Yvonne said pitifully. Jason was growing bigger and stronger. Yvonne’s chest was covered in bruises, with new injuries added before the old ones had healed, all the handiwork of the two children. Looking at Yvonne, I felt no sympathy, only relief. After all, breastfeeding two XYY syndrome infants simultaneously must have been tough on Yvonne. The two children looked strikingly similar and had very similar personalities. Over these months, working with my sister-in-law, I confirmed that Kevin was indeed Ryan’s biological son, and he also had XYY syndrome. Yvonne was Ryan’s mistress. Although XYY syndrome has genetic factors, I found it incredible that the Powell family had two XYY children in a row, but I also felt they deserved it. I tried to piece everything together. In the previous life, the Powell mother and sons were most likely killed by Ryan’s son from that life. Ryan knew the outcome and cause of death from the previous life, so he deliberately chose a different woman to give birth to Kevin in this life. Moreover, the Powell mother and sons didn’t know that their beloved grandson in the previous life had genetic problems, which is why they were so nonchalant about XYY syndrome and insisted that I give birth to a son with XYY genes. So in this life, the Powells still don’t know that both of their grandsons have XYY syndrome! I told my sister-in-law everything I had deduced.
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