"You knew you had to breastfeed, yet you dared to take medicine recklessly? If it weren’t for Xandra stepping in to feed him, my grandson would have starved because of you! You bring bad luck!"
"I’m making it official right now—Xandra is my goddaughter. From now on, she’ll call me 'Mom,' just like Samuel does."
I always knew my mother-in-law didn’t like me.
She believed I wasn’t good enough for Samuel, that I could never compare to Xandra—her son's childhood sweetheart who was beautiful, sweet-talking, and effortlessly charming.
It was only when Xandra married someone abroad and I became pregnant that she reluctantly acknowledged me as her daughter-in-law—for the sake of the child.
Even so, every time we met, she never spared me from her sharp-tongued ridicule.
In the past, Samuel would at least defend me a little. Not to mention that the day of the accident, he was the one who insisted on dragging me to the mall, saying he wanted to buy gifts for our soon-to-be-born child.
But now, his eyes were locked onto Xandra, filled with an undeniable tenderness.
Xandra cradled Apollo in her arms and playfully clung to Samuel’s arm.
"Samuel, did you hear that? Auntie has officially recognized me as her goddaughter! My dear brother, have you prepared a gift for your little sister?"
Samuel pinched her cheek indulgently, half scolding and half spoiling her. "You’re so mischievous. Don’t call me brother."
Yet, even as he spoke, he had someone deliver 92 luxury mink coats—each from a high-end designer brand, complete with matching jewelry.
"I know you love fashion, but you’re still in your postpartum recovery. You need to keep warm. Winter lasts three months—exactly 92 days—so you’ll have a different one to wear each day."
Xandra giggled in delight and planted a kiss on his cheek, looking like an innocent, pampered girl.
"Wow! Some of these are next season’s releases, and they’re all limited editions! You managed to get them for me in advance—Samuel, you really do spoil me."
She turned her gaze at me, feigning concern. "But you’ve given me so many gifts... Lydia won’t be mad, will she?"
Standing there in my bloodstained clothes, I looked like a complete fool next to her dazzling, extravagant display.