My bankrupt sister-in-law was carrying a super-male baby. I kindly advised her to terminate the pregnancy, but my mother and brother berated me:
“So what if he's super-male? Super-male boys are the most manly. He'll grow up to be a real pillar of strength! You're just jealous!”
My heart ached. Ever since my sister-in-law got pregnant, I'd worked more than ten jobs to support them.
Every night, I came home late from work and still had to look after the whole family.
But instead of being grateful, they thought I had bad intentions.
I swallowed my grievances and tried to reason with them again, only for my mother to dump my sister-in-law's foot bath over my head.
As I stood there in a wretched state, I heard the voice of the fetus in my sister-in-law's belly:
[You bitch, you dare kill me?! You're dead! At least my dad had the foresight to pretend to be poor for all these years so he could swindle money! Once we've milked her dry and kicked her out, I'll be king of the house. No one will be able to touch me!]
Only then did I realize I'd been tricked. They were all after my money.
I gave a cold laugh and turned on a boxing match.
If they wanted this child so badly, then I'd make sure his super-male genes woke up twice as fast. Let him slaughter them all without mercy!
