"I really don't understand what you are doing. You are about to give birth and you are still eating nonsense. Now, the child is gone and in the end, Airish has to clean up your mess."
"Knowing that the Riders Family's in-laws will come today, you are still wearing such a plain dress like that? You never know how to add glory to the family. You should be self-aware in the first place. It is your fault, causing Airish to be unable to return to the country for so many years and being bullied abroad."
I knew my parents look down on me. They thought I couldn't bring them honour and I was not worthy of the identity of the Clark Family's daughter. It was a pity that Airish, the daughter who made them proud, was not their biological child. Until Airish took the initiative to go abroad, Riders Family couldn't do without me. They had to accept their fate, but they were even more dissatisfied with me.
My father didn't send me off at the wedding and my mother sat in her seat with a sullen face.
Noah used to protect me and speak for me, but then his eyes were glued to Airish, full of tenderness. He completely forgot that I was stillborn because he took advantage of my trust and put abortion pills in the food.
Airish walked up to me with the child in her arms and curved her eyes sincerely, "Sister, look at Eric Jacob, isn't he very cute?"
He was indeed very cute. His eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Airish. Meanwhile, his lips and chin were carved from the same mold as Noah.
I brushed the child's face with my fingertips and a huge hatred appeared in my eyes.
However, why could he live well and enjoy a rich and beautiful life, while my child was poisoned to death and couldn't even see this world?
"Eric Jacob?"
"Yes, Noah's friend helped me find a boy’s name for him. I hope he can enjoy a noble life, peace and wealth in the future."
On contrary, in order to find the name for my child, I flipped through the dictionary with good meaning that can bless him with health, happiness and peace. Noah laughed at me for doing useless work. He said that the child's fate was determined at birth and naming was just psychological comfort.
Turning around, I spent tens of millions to find a fortune teller to name Airish and his child. With a bitter mouth, I tried to smile, "It is indeed a good name."