"Okay, we'll come over right away. We'll be there in a little while. Pack your hospital bag."
"I packed it already."
My mom hung up the phone, and I checked my documents again.
When I just found myself pregnant, my mom and my brother Warren Brown wanted to pick me up and take care of me. With Margie and Zoe living with me, it was not convenient for them to come over.
At that time, Martin, a male chauvinist, said that I should not go home and stay with my parents until the baby was born because people would laugh at him if they found out.
For the sake of his reputation, I didn't go back.
I defended him all the time.
Even though I found out that my son Lucas had been switched, I would only be sad for two days. And then we made up and they kept me in the dark about everything.
Such a man was not worthy of being a father.
In my previous life, my amniotic fluid suddenly broke. I was afraid that the baby would lack oxygen, so I had a cesarean section.
Before entering the operating room, I asked Margie to call my parents, and she readily agreed.
But she didn't call my parents at all and instead switched the two children after they were born.
This time, I went to another hospital and let my parents accompany me during childbirth.
I had to make sure everything went well.
My parents and Warren arrived quickly.
When I heard the doorbell in the bedroom, Margie got up from the sofa.
"Who is this at this hour? Renee, did you order takeout again? I've told you that eating junk food is not good for your health."
She grumbled as she went to answer the door.
Seeing my mom and Warren at the door, I wanted to cry. I turned around, grabbed my suitcase, and walked towards the door.
Zoe was lying on the couch. When she saw me carrying a suitcase, she called out my name.
"Renee, where are you going?"
I ignored her. Warren squeezed in through the door, took my suitcase from me, and handed it to Dad. Warren held my arm and said, "Be careful. Watch your step."
Margie looked at the suitcase and then at me, feeling embarrassed.
"Renee, what are you doing? Where are you going?"
I looked at her and felt disgusted.
"Martin often goes on business trips. Zoe is about to give birth, and so am I. You're unable to take care of us together, so my parents are here to pick me up. In this way, you can take good care of Zoe."
Margie forced a smile and came over to hold my hand, but I dodged calmly.