Chapter 7
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Mrs. Spencer promptly dragged Tina away and slapped her, snapping, "You jinx! It's all your fault—my grandson wouldn't have been born premature if not for you!"
Eventually, Zach came to his senses and signed the forms. "Please, doctor. Do what you can to save my son."
Then, leaping between Tina and his mother to separate them, he bellowed, "That's enough! Just stop already—what's the point of arguing now?!"
"Oh, my grandson…" Mrs. Spencer burst into tears right then. "My poor grandson! It's all that jinx's fault!"
Zach couldn't argue, and he slumped on the hallway bench, deflated.
Eventually, the boy was wheeled out in an incubator and sent to pediatrics.
He was no larger than my palm. Even breathing was clearly difficult for him, and he looked like he could die in any second.
Tina's eyes widened and she could charge up and stop the incubator right then, but she was rational enough to see that the baby needed a stable environment, or he might really die.
It was not until later that the doctor stitched up my belly and wheeled me out, and I woke up and promptly demanded to see my daughter.
My mom had been paying attention to what I had asked, holding my baby girl and never handing her off to anyone else, even though Zach and the others were too busy worrying about the baby boy.
As I held my pudgy, healthy daughter, my tears rolled as I rejoiced that I had saved her this time around.
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When I sensed that the medicine Tina gave me was going to be a problem, I sent a sample to my parents and asked them to look into it.
If she could get her hands on something like that, anyone else could.
She had planned for her bastard to suck me and my daughter dry? Fine, I would return the favor.
Before long, I'd swapped the medicine that she brought me, which now ensured that my daughter absorbed everything, including that boy's portion.
Be that as it may, it remained a fact that I would die if I tried to wait out until I was full-term.
I therefore injected myself with oxytocin, timing it just right while everyone was watching.
As such, everyone would only think that I'd gone into labor earlier due to the agitation of catching Zach cheating.
In the afternoon, my parents went home to cook for me, while I played with my daughter alone in my room.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Tina glowered as she strode in, her eyes flashing venomously at the baby in my arms. "How did this happen?! You did something, didn't you?!"
I held my daughter firmly and laughed coolly—there was no reason to pretend now that I had safely delivered my daughter. "Pot calling the kettle black, huh? I've not seen someone as despicable as you. What, you'd rather come here and freak out at me than visit your sickly bastard?"
Tina pointed at me and bellowed, "You knew! It was you… You did this to my son!"
I smirked. "Calm down. You were the one who made the first move, and I'm just turning your plan in on itself. I should remind you that I'm still this bastard's biological mother, and I can take him off the incubator whenever I want so he can be freed of his misery."
Tina's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare! That's my son!"
"And who's going to believe you?" I shot back.
