My Sister Killed Me After Giving Birth to a Baby1
"Mia, are the results out?"
My sister's voice suddenly rang in my ears. I looked down and saw a test report in my hand.
In front of me was my sister, Kayla Roberts, with an anxious look.
She was holding her two-month-old daughter in her arms.
A familiar scene. I realized I was reborn.
I was reborn on the day Kayla was diagnosed with pregnancy.
In the previous life, Kayla had just given birth to her little daughter. She was already looking for medical treatment and medicine everywhere.
It was because her husband wanted a son.
But she gave birth to three daughters.
"Mia, please help me. I just want to give birth to a son!"
She was desperate and came to me, a cardiac surgeon, for help.
I was helpless. "Kayla, I'm not an obstetrician and gynecologist. I can't help you."
"You're a doctor. Why can't you help me? Then go ask someone else. You know more doctors than I do!
"Mia, you must help me. If I can't have a son, Victor will divorce me.
"Are you still blaming me for taking Victor away from you?"
The more she talked, the more outrageous it became.
Victor Hastings was originally my boyfriend. Kayla took a liking to him when I brought him home.
I discovered their secret relationship and broke up with Victor right away.
Things that could be taken away were never good.
I no longer blamed her.
However, two months later, Kayla suddenly became pregnant.
I adhered to my duty as a doctor and kept advising her, "You got pregnant again not long after you finished your confinement. You are weak at this time. And the baby in your womb cannot absorb nutrients from you. The fetus is not viable, and it will hurt your body."
She took my heartfelt advice as a curse on the fetus.
She kicked me out of the house, and even my mother, Lisa, treated me coldly.
Eventually, Kayla gave birth to a stillborn baby, but she blamed me for everything.
When I went to the hospital to see her, she was already crazy.
The look she gave me was fierce. "You are the one who cursed my son to death! I want you to pay with your life!"
Kayla pushed me down from the twelfth floor and killed me on the spot.
When Lisa saw Kayla push me down the stairs, she tried her best to give false testimony.
"Mia, I'm sorry. Kayla can't go to jail. She has three daughters to support."
Lisa chose to sacrifice me to save Kayla.
This was the family I had always treated sincerely.