Wendy, disregarding her clothes, ran out in her coat in a panic.
Everyone gathered at the bedroom door and found Chris lying in a pool of blood, unconscious, with blood pouring from his lower body.
Everyone scrambled to get the naked Chris to the hospital, only to find out that he had just undergone a sterilization surgery, and the intense activity from the night had torn the wound and caused an infection, requiring immediate rescue.
Wendy and the relatives were terrified by the medical bill the doctor gave them and quickly fled.
Layla and Kobe had to dig into their savings just to cover the medical expenses barely.
When they bombarded my phone, I was leisurely eating fruit in a high-end rehab center, enjoying the view outside the window.
I made up an excuse that I was abroad handling my parents' inheritance.
A week later, Chris finally survived the critical period but had permanently lost his ability to have children.
I thought the in-laws, who were so obsessed with having descendants, would have calmed down, but it turned out I had underestimated their audacity.
My mother-in-law keeps forwarding me "women's virtue" articles and adding comments.
[Men are the sky, and women are the earth. A woman's status is determined by the man she looks up to.]
[Heaven's laws and social norms dictate that no matter how a man is, a woman should remain loyal to him.]
And stuff like that.
She was trying to brainwash me in advance, fearing that I might dislike her son.
But in my past life, when I lost the ability to bear children, she was the first to shout about kicking me out of the house.
I had long seen through their true colors, so I wasn't fooled. But losing my fertility would have been too easy on them, so I pretended to visit the hospital.
Before I even entered, I heard Kobe's voice. "Layla, go back to the old house tonight and bring Wendy here."
"Why bring her here? She caused so much trouble for our son; I want her to pay for it!"
"Don't worry about that. Just go. Demi hasn't come back, and Wendy might at least take care of our son."
Chris also persuaded. "Mom, you've lost so much weight these days. Let Wendy come."
Layla was unwilling but dared not defy her husband and son.
I was puzzled.
When did these two become so concerned about Layla?
Without further thought, a nurse opened the door from inside.
When my father-in-law saw me, he was furious.