My Mom Got Pregnant Late in Life, and I Finally Gave Up1

My mother was pregnant in her forties.

In my previous life, during the prenatal examination, the doctor said that this child would be mentally disabled because my mother took medicine before discovering her pregnancy.

I advised my mother not to have this child for the sake of her health.

But I never expected that it was a male fetus that was aborted.

My parents hated me because of this. The day before I was about to be promoted, they strangled me to death in my room.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time when my mom had just found out she was pregnant.

This time, I didn't care anymore. I would respect the fate of others.

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"Rachel, what should I do?"

I felt a bit confused. I died, didn't I?

Didn't my parents strangle me?

"It's all my fault! I could have toughed it out without medicine. Why did I insist on taking them?"

I heard my mom's regretful words.

I blinked and looked at the woman sitting next to me.

She was my mom!

My heart was pounding wildly and I couldn't believe it.

I was born again?

"I went for a prenatal check-up today, and the doctor said the baby will be mentally disabled! Such a good child, it's all my fault. Why did I forget my period?"

I was familiar with what she said.

I went back to the time when my mom found out that this child might be mentally disabled. She was worried and venting to me.

I knew the risks of having a geriatric pregnancy, especially since my mom was 47 this year!

I strongly disagreed when my mom decided to have this child in my previous life. After all, I worried more about my mom than a brother or sister who was still an embryo.

Moreover, this child was mentally disabled!

I earnestly advised my mom to take care of her health. She was already old. It was easy to die if she insisted on giving birth to this child.

My mom hesitated and said she would discuss it with my dad. In the end, she decided to have an abortion.

But I didn't expect that my parents would hate me because of this child that was aborted, as it turned out to be a boy.

I looked at the woman in front of me, who was full of conflict, and slowly said, "It's up to you and Dad. After all, it's your child. How can I make decisions for you?"

"What if it's a boy?"

"What if the child is normal?"

When my mom heard me mention a boy, her eyes suddenly lit up.

A smile slowly appeared on her face.