"Tracy, we should still go to the hospital for a check. You're so far along. It would give peace of mind," I suggested.
Tracy pushed me ruthlessly.
"I'm carrying my dragon prince! Can human doctors understand? You're not trying to go to the hospital to steal my son's fortune, are you?"
She walked around cradling her unmoving, no longer growing belly, her face beaming.
When I went into labor, my husband George still hadn't returned. I was pushed alone into the delivery room.
But when I woke from anesthesia, the doctor said I had given birth to a stillborn.
I froze on the spot, unable to react for a long time.
The prenatal checks had all been normal, and he was still kicking my belly just yesterday. How could he be stillborn?
As I stood stunned, Tracy burst back home, cradling her newborn son and boastfully showing him off to me.
"I told you hospitals harm people, but you still didn't believe me. Now you see, your son became nourishment for my son and died!"
Just out of childbirth, I was extremely fragile, both physically and mentally. Hearing her words, I hemorrhaged and fainted.
When I awoke, the doctor informed me I could no longer have children.
This was a bolt from the blue.
I stumbled to find Tracy, but Tracy grabbed my hair, yanking out a chunk, blood flowing, but I didn't even have the strength to cry out.
Before I had even recovered, Tracy forcibly discharged me, not wanting to waste too much money on me, even though the money spent was from the living expenses George sent.
Without the child, I lost all my spirit, becoming the family's servant to be used at will.
Later, from overwork and only being able to eat rotten food, I developed stomach cancer.
They told George, who sent huge treatment fees every month, but they embezzled it all, leaving me to die in the storeroom at home.
Before I died, Tracy mercifully told me, "Actually, your son isn't dead."
"He's just calling me mom now!"
"Your son stole my son's fortune to live. Since I lost my son, you have to compensate me with yours!"
Seeing her speak so shamelessly, I felt my heart and gall split.
It turned out my son wasn't dead. He had been living in front of me all along, but we couldn't be recognized.
"Ah... ah!"
I was too sick to speak but struggled ceaselessly, wanting to fight them.
Wade came up behind me and said, "Tracy, should we tell George his wife died?"
Tracy glared at him.