Chapter 2

I encountered Rosalie Taylor in the hospital corridor.

The overbearing little princess strutted in high heels, her makeup heavy.

Beside her, the Taylor parents doted on her like a precious gem, and even Evan followed closely behind.

Seeing me, Rosalie Taylor laughed smugly: "I heard your child didn't make it again, sister?"

She clicked her tongue, continuing to provoke me.

"Isn't it strange? You and brother-in-law are perfectly healthy, so why do your children always die of terminal illnesses?"

Saying this, she stuffed a business card with a temple's address into my hand, winking provocatively.

"I told you, those who do too many bad deeds should pray more."

"So you won't face retribution, ending up with no descendants!"

I raised my ghostly pale face to her.

When my first child was euthanized, Rosalie Taylor bought trending topics for over ten days, broadcasting live.

At home, even in the temporary hospital room I stayed in, she plastered it with pictures of the child, claiming it was to comfort me.

The day I lost my second child, I had a depressive episode and stood on the rooftop.

Rosalie Taylor pretended to be a kind, caring sister, secretly giving me a blood-stained swaddle after I was rescued.

And the third, the fourth...

This time, Rosalie Taylor pulled something from her bag, grinning as she showed it to me.

"Sister, I got bullied and expelled from school, but..."

"Thanks to your work, I got a chance to study abroad!"

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