“Mom just met with that man. In three days, she’ll take me and run far away. Before that, she’s going to make you transfer all the property. You’d better think of a way!”
As the voice faded, my wife suddenly grabbed my hand. “Lucius, you said once I got pregnant, you’d transfer the family property into my name. Hurry and do it, let me be happy sooner…”
My vision went dark, and I slid down against the wall, powerless.
In those few seconds as I fell, my mind spun.
If what this child said was true, then why hadn’t the DNA report in my previous life matched?
If the child was lying, why did every clue fit perfectly?
I had been given a second life, yet even now I was still being dragged along by this voice, as if I had understood nothing at all. Fear rose and wrapped around me, swallowing me whole.
I began to wonder, could it be that the thing in her belly was controlling how everything unfolded? It seemed to sense any movement that made a sound. With that thought, an idea suddenly came to me.
Ignoring my wife’s faint look of displeasure, I rushed into the doctor’s office. I grabbed his pen and quickly wrote, [I want a DNA test done through your overseas branch! I’ll pay whatever it takes!]
This was a private hospital. The doctor didn’t like me, but the chance to earn a commission made him nod right away. He scribbled back, [Results in 72 hours.]
“Husband, why do you always look so troubled whenever I bring up the property? Do you regret it?”
On the way back, those were the first words my usually quiet wife spoke. My heart jumped, but I forced a smile.
“How could I? The auditors are still working these days. We'll handle the transfer once the audit finishes in three days.”
My wife didn’t reply. All the way, the voice that spanned two lives kept circling in my mind. As I was on the verge of believing it again, my wife pressed two sheets of paper into my hand.
“This is the property waiver agreement. These past days, your absentmindedness has been obvious. You saying you don’t want this child is probably because of this. But I truly just want to live a good life with you.”
I slammed the brakes, pulling the car to the roadside.
That voice came again, perfectly timed, “Dad, don’t believe her words! This is a trap to capture you by letting go! Your time isn’t long, only three days! They’re about to act!”