I didn’t have children of my own, so I treated my nephew, Grady Anderson as if he were my flesh and blood. But when I was hospitalized with terminal cancer, Grady yanked out my oxygen tube and whispered in my ear, “Good riddance! Finally, you’re going to die.” He said my death would be a blessing for the entire family and that everyone would be happy about it. I stared at my family as they forced me to sign over my property, and in the smiles of my family, I died with my eyes wide open. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the time when Grady had just been born. My family told me, “This child has a special constitution and is extremely allergic. “Since you’re a doctor, you must take good care of him. Besides, you have no children, so he’ll take care of you in your old age.” However, I have different thoughts. This time, I would fight back! I looked coldly at the infant in the swaddling cloth. “I’m a doctor, indeed, but I do brain surgeries to treat diseases. So, should I dig into his brain to treat his allergies?” I paid no attention to Grady, but when he grew up, he came to me, crying and pleading, “Aunt Kaley, please take me in.” I had been reborn to the time when Grady had just been born. My family was beaming with joy as they gazed at the baby in the swaddle. Grady was diagnosed with severe allergies right after birth. The doctors said that ninety percent of the foods people would normally eat could potentially kill him. So, when it came time to raise the child, the family thought long and hard and decided to turn to me, the woman they had long abandoned because I couldn’t have children. Grady’s mother, Minna Anderson, pretended to be affectionate as she said, “Kaley, you’re a doctor. You must know a lot while I know nothing. You’ll have to take extra care of this child.” My brother, Baxter Anderson, grinned from ear to ear, clearly pleased. “Kaley will. She’s his aunt. She can’t have kids, and when Grady grows up, he’ll take care of her.” Before I could say anything, my mother, Norah Anderson, in a tone as if it were the most natural thing in the world, said, “Grady was hard-won by Minna, and since you’re a doctor and understand more than anyone, we’re leaving Grady in your hands. “If anything goes wrong, you’ll be the one to blame.” When Grady was born in my previous life, I finally had a legitimate place in the family and was given high expectations. Back then, looking at the tiny baby, sucking on his thumb, I felt my heart nearly melted. At that time, I ignored the cruel words of my family. I was full of joy, thinking to myself that little Grady was the only pure one in this family. I wanted to take good care of him and help him grow up healthy. Eventually, he did grow up. However, he turned into an ungrateful person. In the end, he ripped out my oxygen tube and killed me with a big smile. This time, I stared at the baby and said coldly, “I’m a doctor, indeed, but I do brain surgeries to treat diseases. So should I dig into his brain to treat his allergies?”
Baxter glared at me and scolded, “Kaley, don’t be ungrateful. Grady is your nephew. You’re just a woman no one wants, and you won’t ever have children. What’s going to happen when you get old, and my son won’t take care of you?” I replied, “Heh, I survived without parents, so what’s there to fear about? This child has a father and a mother. Without my care, he would still be alive.” My mother raised her hand to slap me, but I stopped her. She shot me a venomous look. “How dare you curse my grandson? You slut! I should have drowned you at birth. “Now, you’re a doctor, all high and mighty. Do the people at the hospital know you’re a freak who can’t have children?” Normally, no one would believe these were the words my mother spoke to her long-lost daughter. I had heard such venomous insults all my life. When my family had been discussing selling me off to the butcher in the next village, I had been standing at the door, happily holding my college admission letter. I couldn’t have children, so my family always called me a burden. So, I worked hard, studied, and earned scholarships so that I could support myself in the future without having to rely on anyone. I knew the butcher from the next village. He was an alcoholic who liked to beat his wife, and he had already driven two of them away. He had two sons and wanted me to be the stepmother of his children. “Since I couldn’t have kids, it would be easy for him to find an excuse to treat me however he pleased. I gripped my admission letter tightly, hearing their plan. That night, I ran away. I never expected to run into them at the hospital again. They recognized me and, with sweet words, tried to convince me to continue serving them. In my previous life, I was deceived by them. I thought they had changed, so I agreed to help them. I took care of Grady with all my heart and sincerity, only to end up in a situation where the entire family was waiting for me to die. With that in mind, I looked at the scheming family in the hospital room and calmly said, “I have no parents, and I’m not afraid of death. If you keep provoking me, I’ll kill you all, and we can all go down together.” After that unpleasant exchange, they stayed quiet for several days. But soon, Baxter came back, shameless as ever. “Kaley, you’re a doctor now. You must make good money. Grady’s in a sterile chamber, and it spent a lot. You don’t have to take care of him, but you should at least give us something. It doesn’t have to be much. Just thirty or fifty thousand dollars will do.” In my past life, I had been happy to care for Grady. I tried to meet every request that Baxter and Minna made. They said it was all for Grady’s future and that he would repay me when he grew up. I was the fool, burning myself out with late nights and overtime at the hospital to make money. Eventually, I got sick from exhaustion, and then my family changed their tune. They said they didn’t have money to treat me, and with smiles on their faces, they killed me. I rolled my eyes and said to Baxter, “Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to dig a hole in your head, too? I don’t have money for you.” Baxter’s smile faltered, and he was about to lash out, but when he saw the intense gazes of the other doctors in the department, he slunk away, defeated.
After Baxter left, my mother came looking for trouble again. Her words were still as sharp as ever. “It’s perfectly natural for a mother to ask her child for money. If you don’t give it to me, you’re heartless. “So what if you’re a doctor? I raised you. It’s an honor for you to take care of my grandson. Do you think we can’t manage without you?” I replied, “If you’re so capable, then why are you asking me for money? I became a doctor without your help. He has you guys looking after him, so his future is limitless. But you’d better take good care of him. Don’t let him die too soon.” Perhaps my words hit a nerve, so my mother grabbed onto my legs and dragged me all the way to the hospital lobby, shouting loudly, “Come and see! My grandson has been stuck in a sterile chamber since birth, suffering. “My daughter’s a doctor, but she doesn’t care. She even curses my grandson! She’s a cold-hearted wench who doesn’t even care for her nephew!” As the scene became more chaotic, security guards rushed over. They tried to pull her away, but I stopped them. I put on an act, feigning sadness and frustration, acting as an actor of a pitiful woman who was trying to appear strong in front of the growing crowd. I don’t know this madam, and I’m not sure why she’s suddenly dragging me into this. As you all heard, she’s clearly going through a tough time. I can understand. Maybe she’s so upset she’s mistaken me for someone else. My mother, still struggling under the security guard’s grip, screamed angrily, “You’re lying! I’m your mother! How dare you deny me?” I shook my head, feigning sorrow as I said, “Sorry, but I really don’t know you.” The people around us began to chime in, “Yeah, Ma’am, maybe you’ve got the wrong person?” My mother kept on fighting, furiously saying, “You ungrateful woman! I would never mistake you. You’re a freak, born incapable of having children. People weren’t wrong to call you a monster. Your heart is harder than a stone.” Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, “Lady, if you really are my mother, how could you curse me like this? I don’t know you. We’re strangers. You can’t just accuse me because you can’t extort money from me…” “Who’s trying to extort money from you? Kaley…” “Lady, my name’s not Kaley. I have the last name Anderson, but it doesn’t mean I’m your daughter.” The people around us saw my name tag clearly, and it read, “Livia Anderson”. The first thing I did after leaving home was change my name. I hoped that my new name, Livia, would give me a fresh start. Ironically, after seeing me so many times, none of my family ever bothered to notice my name. Since I was a child, they had never liked me. No one ever cared about what I truly needed. No one paid any attention to the ramblings of a mad old woman. Her case of mistaken identity became a joke, and it didn’t affect me at all. In fact, it stirred up a protective instinct in many of the patients and nurses. From then on, whenever my mother came near me, the nurses would step in and block her. Over the next few years, I often saw them in the hospital. They always came because of the boy’s allergies. They seemed to have put in a lot of effort to take care of him. They came to the hospital so often that even their clothes always smelled of disinfectant. Minna was holding a five-and-a-half-year-old boy, who was short and skinny, his upper teeth uneven, and his gums were stained dark, looking unhealthy. The boy, who had severe allergies, often ate the wrong foods, causing him to run fevers and vomit frequently. Today, he was sick again, and the family started arguing in the elevator. I stood at the back of the elevator, silently watching the farce unfold with a mask on my face. Minna cried, accusing my mother, “He can’t eat eggs or milk! Why would you feed them to him? You know he’s allergic!” My mother, angrily slapping her thigh, responded, “How am I supposed to remember everything? Besides, the doctor said it was best not to, but it’s not like he can never eat them. “Eggs and milk are nutritious. If he doesn’t eat them, how will he grow? If my grandson is short, it’s your fault!” My mother always said that, and I’d heard it enough in my past life. When I took care of Grady, I made every effort to keep him away from allergens, but my mother always secretly fed him things he shouldn’t eat. He was young and didn’t understand he couldn’t tolerant specific food. Back then, he insisted on eating whatever he liked, and that had caused endless arguments between my mother and me. Her excuse was always the same. “If he doesn’t eat, how can he get the nutrition? How will he grow taller and fatter? If he’s weak, it’s all your fault.” Back then, while my mother and I argued, Minna would always sit by idly, trying to smooth things over. “Livia, your mother just wants what’s best for Grady. Don’t be too harsh on her. Grady’s fine and that’s all that matters.” Now, watching the two of them argue back and forth, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Once, after my mother fed him something he was allergic to, Grady went into shock from a severe reaction and had to be rushed to the hospital by ambulance. Fate was truly ironic. Every time they came to the hospital, I ended up running into them. I pulled my mask down for a moment to breathe, and that was when Baxter spotted me. He grabbed my wrist urgently. “Livia, I know you hate this family, but Grady’s your nephew. “He’s in critical condition right now. Please arrange a ward for him. We don’t have money left. You can’t just ignore him.” I couldn’t believe their audacity. They actually thought they could guilt-trip me. In my past life, every time Grady was hospitalized, I pulled strings to get him the best wards, spending countless amounts of money. Grady, under my care, was treated like royalty. In my previous life, though Grady was greedy, I’d made every effort to teach him about the dangers of allergens. He never ate anything he was allergic to. But now, he frequently had allergic reactions, his immune system was weak, and he was always on the verge of going into shock. I smiled mockingly, “What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not like he’s going to die.” I leisurely returned to my department, only to overhear the nurses and doctors discussing a child with allergies. As I listened more closely, I realized they were talking about Grady. It turned out that my mother, to cure her grandson, had fallen for a folk remedy. She’d heard that soaking paper mulberry leaves in water could help, so she spent days picking every mulberry tree in the area clean. But after her “treatment,” Grady’s rashes hadn’t improved; they had actually gotten worse, turning into red, swollen lumps. They had delayed going to the hospital until Grady was on the brink of suffocation, and because they were too cheap to spend money, they took him to a small clinic for an IV drip. Grady’s special constitution meant he couldn’t tolerate just any medication. After one dose of an antihistamine, he passed out. Luckily, they acted fast, calling an ambulance to bring him to the hospital in time. “They’re so clueless,” one of the doctors muttered. “How can they just give an allergic child an IV without telling the doctor? It’s like they want to kill him.” “This child really has survived by sheer luck!” Hearing their discussion, I smiled to myself, “It seems like, even if I do nothing this time, Grady will still have a hard time growing up healthy.” A few days later, I happened to pass by the hospital room and saw Grady weakly leaning against the headboard of his bed while my mother was feeding him a drink. I furrowed my brow as I scanned the room. Just as I’d suspected, Minna wasn’t there. If she were here, she would never let Grady drink this. The drink was packed with artificial colors and flavors. To prevent allergic reactions, I had strictly forbidden Grady from drinking it in my past life. If he really wanted it, I would carefully check the ingredients and try to make it myself, ensuring it was safe and free of contaminants. Grady was insisting on finishing the drink when my mom slyly hid it. She tried to comfort him and said, “Grady, sweetie, your mom doesn’t let you drink this. But I’m the best, so I’m giving it to you secretly. You can’t tell your mom, okay?” Grady pouted, nodding. “Grandma’s the best. Mommy’s a bad guy. She doesn’t love me. I’ll listen to you, Grandma. I want more drink later.” My mom kissed him enthusiastically, beaming. “That’s right, your mom’s a big bad guy. I love you the most. We’ll have more later.” This scene felt oddly familiar from my past life. Back then, I was worn out from taking care of Grady. On one rare day off, after a nap, I woke up to find him covered in hives again. I felt sorry for him, but I still sternly questioned him, “Did your grandma give you something you shouldn’t eat?” Grady stammered, crying, “Aunt Kaley, you are a bad guy. My grandma’s the best. I don’t like you, Aunt Kaley. I like my grandma.” Now, I realized that someone had taught the kid to say those hurtful words. Later, Minna came to me, tearfully telling me that Baxter was having an affair. She begged me to review the hospital’s security footage. “Livia, please, you’re the only one I know here. That woman’s pregnant. Baxter’s a heartless jerk. Norah doesn’t care, and she keeps feeding Grady all the things he shouldn’t eat. I can’t take it anymore.” I looked at Minna, once so poised and fake, now ragged and disheveled from caring for the kids. I said, “I don’t have the authority to access the footage. But if you really want to know, you could follow him. Pregnant women need regular checkups, right? I can help you keep an eye out. If I see them at an appointment, I’ll let you know. “And if you want to handle my mother, I can give you some advice. “See if you’ve got the guts. Next time, my mother secretly gives food to Grady, takes pictures of his rashes, and then gets one of your friends to pretend to be a doctor. Have her say an allergic reaction could be fatal. “Then, post the rash pictures, chat logs, and surveillance footage to the family group, saying my mother tried to kill Grady. You should let everyone know that you’ve warned my mother before, but she still fed your son things that could harm him. “Then, take Grady outside and cry in front of the neighbors. Cry loudly, break some eggs, spill milk, and when someone asks, tell them my mother is trying to kill your son. After a scene like that, she won’t dare to pull anything again.” The next time I saw this family, it was on the news. Minna had completely abandoned her usual hypocritical polite, acting like a wild, frantic woman.
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