My sister Brianna Jones accidentally stumbled into Mr. Frost’s room while drunk and now she’s pregnant, so she’s asking for the family’s opinion. I feel something’s fishy about this whole situation. Not only is there a massive social gap between our family and the Frosts, but how could Mr. Frost’s room have no security measures, allowing anyone to wander in freely? After hearing my reasoning, my sister agreed it made sense and decided to simply terminate the pregnancy and start fresh. But just after she was discharged from the hospital following her abortion, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella quickly topped the trending charts. Brianna became consumed with jealousy, practically losing her mind. Right in front of our parents’ faces, she lunged at me with a knife, stabbing me viciously until I died. “It’s all your fault for opening your big mouth! I should have been the one marrying into wealth!” When I opened my eyes again, I found my sister blushing coyly as she held a family meeting. “I think I’m pregnant with Mr. Frost’s baby. What should I do now?” … “Aria Jones, I’m talking to you! Why are you zoning out?” Hearing my sister’s voice, I snapped back from my daze, utterly shocked by the scene before me. My parents sat there, backs straight, unable to hide the greedy anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Brianna sat in the middle of the sofa, looking smugly self-satisfied, her hand gently caressing her still-flat stomach. Seeing me still in a daze, my parents spoke with clear irritation: “Your sister is carrying Mr. Frost’s child. We’re all thrilled about this, so why are you wearing such an ugly expression?” With trembling hands, I pinched my thigh hard, forcing myself to smile. “Sis, I’m absolutely thrilled for you, truly. Congratulations.” Brianna smiled faintly, finally taking her piercing gaze off me. “At least you know your place. But what am I supposed to do now? That night I only got into that room by pure luck, and now trying to reach Mr. Frost again to let him know about his child seems practically impossible. Come on, Aria, tell me—should I take a chance and have this baby, or just get rid of it and be done with it?” My throat constricted painfully as memories from my previous life came flooding back all at once. In my past life, my mind was filled with suspicions. How could she so conveniently stumble into the powerful Mr. Frost’s room? And how would Mr. Frost lose control in such circumstances and sleep with my plain-looking sister? I voiced these doubts aloud and urged my sister to carefully recall what the man looked like. But Brianna frowned deeply, thinking hard for a long time, yet still couldn’t confirm who was actually in the room that night. Witnessing this, my parents left with contemptuous sneers. After a night of anxious deliberation, Brianna finally decided to terminate the pregnancy. “I heard Mr. Frost is 6’1″, but no matter how I try to remember, the man that night seemed about my height. Maybe I really did enter the wrong room. Even if I had the baby, he might not acknowledge us anyway, so I’ll just get an abortion,” she told me before heading to the hospital. However, just after her procedure, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella topped the trending charts. My own sister blamed me for speaking up, suddenly attacking me in a rage, plunging the knife into my chest again and again until my life slipped away. The memory of being murdered by my own flesh and blood sent violent tremors through my body, but I still managed to force my lips into a smile. “Sis, this isn’t just any baby. This is a treasure that could bring you immense wealth and status. I’ve heard Mr. Frost doesn’t have women hanging around him, and his family is actually desperate for him to get married!” Hearing exactly what she craved to hear, Brianna’s eyes curved like crescent moons, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. “So what you’re saying is, the baby in my belly might be the sole heir to carry on the Frost legacy!”
When my parents heard this, their faces immediately lit up with joy, instantly treating my sister as the family hero. “Brianna, you need to take good care of yourself now. You should quit your job right away.” “From now on, you’re not allowed to go out. Let your foolish little sister handle everything. You don’t need to do anything—just stay home and focus on keeping the baby safe!” Hearing this, my sister’s lips curled into a smug smile as she shot me a triumphant glance. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. In my previous life, my sister had stabbed me eighteen times in front of our parents, each thrust aimed at a vital spot. I had thought my parents would seek justice for me, but not only did they fail to call the police, they helped my sister dispose of my body. My soul hovered in midair, forced to watch helplessly as they cut my body into pieces and discarded it, while telling everyone I had run away with some lowlife I’d fallen for. It was only then that I truly understood—despite my parents’ claims of treating us sisters equally, they had always favored Brianna. Thinking of this, I fought back my tears and joined in their laughter. “Our family’s incredible fortune now rests entirely on my sister’s shoulders.” “Sis, when you marry Mr. Frost, don’t forget about us, okay?” Brianna had never matched my academic achievements growing up, nor was her career as impressive as mine. Now that she finally had a chance to outshine me, she was reveling in it. She lifted her chin proudly in my direction. “I’m thirsty.” I immediately stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out her favorite yogurt. As soon as Brianna took the yogurt, she screamed and dropped it. “It’s too cold! Is something wrong with your brain?” “I’m pregnant now, carrying Caleb Frost’s baby!” “How dare you give me such cold yogurt? What if it upsets my stomach and something happens to the baby?” My parents frowned instantly, scolding me with displeasure. “Aria, are you trying to harm your sister?” “You ungrateful child! Go back to your room right now and study up on prenatal care!” I maintained my smile, repeatedly agreeing as I turned and walked back to my bedroom amid Brianna’s mocking laughter, closing the door behind me. Outside, their animated discussion continued. Ignoring them, I picked up my phone and quickly searched for the name that had trended in my previous life. To my surprise, that ordinary girl named Scarlett Brown had already been photographed multiple times in intimate situations with Caleb Frost. During a press conference, when someone asked about Scarlett, Caleb hadn’t even denied their relationship. In the photos, the girl wore simple clothes. Though from a modest background, she had a stunningly beautiful face. She could marry Caleb because they were already a couple! My breathing grew increasingly rapid as I searched for Caleb’s whereabouts through gritted teeth. For someone as famous as him, there were always people tracking his movements, so his schedule wasn’t exactly a secret. After reviewing Caleb’s itinerary for the day, I silently put down my phone. Brianna, you think you’ve got one foot in the door of high society because you’re carrying Mr. Frost’s child. Fine then. I’ll study prenatal care diligently and help you maintain this pregnancy so you can deliver this baby safely. I want to see if holding this child will actually fulfill your absurd dream of marrying into wealth!
Brianna now considers herself superior to others, demanding only the best of everything. She insists I buy her the most expensive loungewear, the finest non-slip slippers, and the rarest nutritional ingredients. Before work, I must prepare bird’s nest soup for her, and after work, I must immediately present imported fruits. She even specifies mountain spring water for drinking. Meanwhile, my parents watch all this with smiling faces. “Hurry up! If you neglect your sister’s baby, we won’t forgive you!” “Useless thing, you’re not even worth your sister’s little toe!” I endure silently. After two busy days, I finally hear the news of Caleb and Scarlett’s marriage. “Sis, look at the news!” I call out. Hearing my shout, Brianna frowns and immediately scolds me: “Are you trying to get yourself killed by shouting like that? Can you take responsibility if you scare Mr. Frost’s baby?” “Keep that phone away from me! It has radiation! Wealthy families take fetal education very seriously. If it affects my baby, my future in-laws might not say anything, but they’ll be displeased!” I listen to her nagging, struggling to hold back my laughter. “Sis, Caleb got married.” “You might never meet those in-laws you keep talking about.” Brianna’s exaggerated expression freezes instantly, and she collapses onto the floor.
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