"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Spending $300,000 to secure you a grandson—how valuable is that? Mom, please calm down. I've told you before that Clara isn't reliable. Fortunately, it's just her today; if we hadn't made her get rid of that child back then, there would be one more person in the family competing for this house. If she had a child, she could have easily claimed more than half of it!"
In that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, my entire worldview shattered.
What did Ethan mean - the child I miscarried back then...wasn't a natural miscarriage?
He made me get rid of it?
Just so my child wouldn't be registered in the old house, taking up a share in the future?
He killed my unborn child!
My own brother, and that was his own nephew!
My nails dug into my palms, drawing blood, as I bit my lip until the metallic taste spread.
I slowly backed out of the house without making a sound.
