My name was Nancy Robinson. When my brother Tom Robinson’s wife, Megan, was pregnant and about to give birth, a new nursing intern named Rebecca Amore volunteered to take my place in the exhausting neonatal ward. I was grateful for her timely help and pulled some strings to secure her a permanent position at the hospital. That very night, Megan delivered a set of twin boys. Tragically, one was born with severe health issues, while the other had a genetic condition that made him extraordinarily aggressive. In just a few short years, Tom and Megan were financially ruined due to the medical expenses for their ailing son. They ended up selling their organs to cover costs and died on the operating table. My parents, too, met a grim fate after a confrontation with someone due to my aggressive nephew, Mark Robinson. They suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and passed away, filled with resentment. As for me, I was fired for my misconduct in helping Rebecca get that position, and I had to settle for washing dishes at a restaurant to make ends meet. Meanwhile, Rebecca quickly climbed the ranks and became the head of the nursing department. One day, in a cruel twist of fate, I found myself in the hospital after my aggressive nephew had severed my arm. As I lay there, teetering on the edge of death, Rebecca coldly revealed that on the night of the shift change, she had switched my brother Tom and Megan’s children with her own. When I regained consciousness, I was back in the hospital, right at the moment Rebecca had suggested swapping shifts with me. ***** Dragging my severed arm, I stumbled into the hospital and humbly begged Rebecca to save my life. She looked down at me from her lofty position, my aggressive nephew Mark lurking behind her. “Ha, just because your family has a little money? That’ll be perfect for raising my kid! “You don’t know, do you? The day Megan gave birth, I switched her baby with mine!” That devilish nephew of mine stood behind her, his hairless face twisted into an evil grin. “Auntie, I’ve grown up without ever tasting a woman. I know you love me the most. Since you’re going to die anyway, why not let me have some fun first?” Despair washed over me, and I shut my eyes, succumbing to the darkness in that cramped little room. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the hospital right before Megan was due to give birth! Rebecca was in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair and trying to cover her tracks. “I don’t even have a boyfriend, so how could I be pregnant? I’ve just gained some weight these past few days! By the way, Nancy, you’ve helped me so much. I’ll cover your shift in a couple of days!” I quickly gathered my thoughts. Rebecca was young, and her nutrition during pregnancy had been poor. Even though she was about to give birth, her belly wasn’t very pronounced. In my past life, I had been deceived by her sweet demeanor. I often covered her shifts and even shared my family’s nutritional supplements with her. When she offered to cover my shift, it coincided with Megan going into labor, and my parents and brother were out of town, leaving me as the only one to care for her. To show my gratitude to Rebecca for her timely help, I not only gave her a 20 thousand dollars thank you but also used my connections to get her a permanent position. Now, I smiled and replied, “Sure, but I’ll need your help not just on the due date, but for the next few days as well.” Rebecca didn’t expect me to agree so readily, and her forced smile faltered. I stripped off my nurse’s uniform, asked the head nurse for some time off, and rushed straight to Megan’s room. Megan was carrying twins, and her belly was enormous, making it difficult for her to roll over. “I wonder who they’ll look like. Hopefully, they’ll take after me; I’m the prettier one!” Megan’s face radiated happiness. She was such a gentle soul, yet in my previous life, she had tragically passed away in a dark hospital room, trying to raise money for that sickly child who had taken her son’s place. When I went to collect her body, I found maggots crawling over her hollowed-out corpse. This time around, I would make sure that nothing like that happened again!
I said, “It doesn’t matter who the kids look like, as long as they’re healthy.” Megan smiled brightly and replied, “You’re right! Auntie knows best, and we’ll listen to her!” She spoke to the babies in her belly with such warmth that it made my eyes sting with unshed tears. In my past life, Rebecca had switched her two premature infants with Megan’s, and I had never heard of her raising any children. My two nephews were either sold off or, worse, discarded like trash. The night shift in the neonatal unit was no walk in the park. After one long night, Rebecca looked like a ghost. She approached me, her voice sweet and coaxing, trying to persuade me to take back the shift. “Nancy, I’m just wiped out from the night shift! You’re taking care of Megan, and it’s not too tired, so why not come back to the night shift? It’ll be easier for you!” Rebecca had just graduated from nursing school and was only eighteen. In the past, I felt sorry for her youth; whenever she played the damsel in distress, I’d do anything to help her out. Rebecca probably thought I’d do the same this time. To her surprise, I shot her down. “The night shift is your responsibility. If you can’t handle it, then maybe you should rethink your career choice!” Her eyes widened in shock, a flash of malice flickering across her face. But she quickly masked it with a weak smile. “It’s fine! I can manage; I just need to push through this discomfort!” “Is that so? You’re really tough. By the way, didn’t you promise Amanda you’d help her with the paperwork? You should get on that tonight since you have some downtime.” With that, I turned and walked away. In the reflection of the door’s glass, I caught a glimpse of Rebecca’s eyes, filled with venom. As I stepped out of the room, I noticed a man lurking near the women’s restroom, peeking in. I recognized him as a relative of a patient downstairs, someone who often tried to sneak peeks into the women’s restroom. I thought for a moment and pretended to be on a phone call as I passed by him. “You won’t believe it! Lately, there have been couples sneaking into the women’s restroom at all hours!” That night, after settling Megan in for the night, I made my way to the restroom to wait. Rebecca was already struggling; her body was undernourished, and with her due date approaching, the grueling night shifts and paperwork were taking their toll. During the day, I passed by the nurses’ station and saw her, drenched in sweat, clutching her belly. I knew she was in labor; the contractions were starting, and she wouldn’t be able to hide it for long. In my previous life, I had no idea when Rebecca gave birth, but I was certain it wasn’t in a hospital. Back then, I covered all her night shifts, and she hadn’t worked a single one for nearly a month until she finally switched with me for Megan’s delivery. But this time, I had agreed to the shift change early on, and after three consecutive nights, Rebecca was cornered. The hospital was her only option, and the restroom at midnight would be the perfect place. Sure enough, the peeping tom had taken my words to heart and stealthily crept into the women’s restroom that night. When he came out, his phone was nowhere to be found.
Before long, Rebecca rushed into the restroom, clutching her belly. I stood guard outside, listening to her muffled cries of pain—she was going into labor. I had to admit that youth was on her side. Less than thirty minutes later, Rebecca emerged, her face pale and reeking of blood, cradling two tiny bundles in her arms. I didn’t rush in right away; instead, I waited patiently for a moment. Just then, the peeping tom couldn’t hold back any longer and approached the restroom to retrieve his phone. As he stepped out, I grabbed him by the collar. “Caught you, you creep! Let’s go see the police!” The man froze, terror etched on his face as he collapsed onto the floor, pleading for mercy. “I swear, I’ll never do it again! Please, just let me go!” I hadn’t actually planned on taking him to the police; it wasn’t the right time for that. Instead, I handed him over to the hospital security. They confiscated his phone in front of me, placing it in an evidence bag, intending to file a report in the morning. I didn’t object; I just wanted to get back to the newborn ward and check on things. When I arrived, Rebecca was nowhere to be found. I approached the head nurse, casually inquiring, “Is the newborn ward empty? Why isn’t anyone on duty?” The head nurse’s eyes widened in alarm. “That lazy girl Rebecca must be slacking off again!” Not long after, I heard the head nurse’s stern reprimands mixed with Rebecca’s sobs. Through the crack in the door, I saw her limping back to the ward, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her belly. Typically, there were four nurses rotating in the newborn ward, so Rebecca’s absence shouldn’t have caused any issues. But I relished the thought of her discomfort. Megan’s due date was the same as in my previous life—4 AM. She had initially hoped for a natural birth, but I shot that down immediately. In my past life, Megan struggled for five exhausting hours in the delivery room, ultimately needing help from the nurses in the newborn ward. In the chaos, Rebecca had effortlessly swapped Megan’s babies. To avoid any unnecessary complications this time, I insisted on a C-section for Megan. Rebecca had no right to step into the operating room or pull any tricks! Before long, Megan delivered two healthy boys. As they were placed in my arms, I felt tears of joy welling up. These were our children! In my previous life, Rebecca had swapped them out early, and one of the babies had been so tiny and frail, even lacking hair and eyebrows—he looked like a little monster! But the real challenge began after the babies arrived. My parents showed up at the hospital that morning, and as soon as they walked in, they handed Megan three gifts and a box overflowing with gold jewelry. Just then, Rebecca, who had just finished her night shift, walked in and caught sight of the scene. Her eyes glimmered with envy and jealousy. A nurse entered the room, ready to take the babies for a bath. Rebecca’s eyes lit up. “I’ll do it!” Before I could respond, she eagerly stepped forward. “I’m Nancy’s colleague; she’s always been so kind to me. I’d love to repay her kindness. Let me handle this little task!” My parents, seeing her eagerness, handed her two more gifts. “Oh, you’re Nancy’s colleague? Come, share in the joy!” Rebecca’s face brightened as she touched the gifts, her earlier jealousy momentarily forgotten. My parents owned two factories and were quite generous; the gifts easily totaled over three thousand dollars. “Alright, I’ll take the babies for their bath now. Don’t worry, Nancy; I’ll be gentle and careful!” I stayed silent, quietly trailing behind Rebecca as she whisked the babies away.
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