After the Vicious Sister-in-law Bullied My Whole Family

I moved out.

Living alone felt great and really lifted my spirits.

But the peace didn't last long before my mom called.

"How are you doing? Still at that crappy job of yours?

"Come home right now. My chest hurts. Are you going to help or not?"

Her demanding tone came through the phone, with occasional groans of pain.

In my past life, even though my mom disliked me, she always called me first when something happened.

She felt bad for my brother working hard outside and didn't want to spend his and Kristine's money. So, she turned to me.

I spent a lot of money on her.

But now, I didn't want to be the fool anymore.

I slowly put down the documents in my hand and poured myself a glass of water. I smiled at the phone.

"Mom, that's the price of beauty. Kristine said you just need to bear it a bit longer.

"If you go to the hospital without telling her, what will she think?"

"Just massage it a little. It might be like a second puberty."

I pretended to comfort her. Hearing me mention Kristine, she quieted down.

Her voice became weak.

"Well... I'll try massaging it myself."

I heard her painful moans before she hung up, and I smiled as I sipped my water.

That was right. Just endure it a bit.

The program my mom and Kristine had was said to be a patented breast enhancement technology. In my past life, I researched it and found it unreliable, so I tried to stop them.

My good intentions were taken as meddling, and I lost my life for it.

This time, without my interference, they succeeded in their program. Who knew what would happen?

I glanced at my phone and looked away.

Massage might work.

But...

Seeing the wet patch on my mom's shirt made my eyes widen.

She screamed in fright. "Oh my God, what's happening?"

Kristine came out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Seeing my mom's condition, she panicked too. After a few seconds, she nervously picked up the phone.

"Don't worry, this might be normal. Let me call and ask."

My mom wasn't in pain anymore, but a new problem had surfaced.

Seeing the wet patch, she was terrified.

Kristine made a call and then reassured my mom, "This is normal. I asked.

"After this procedure, there's some pressure in the chest. Just deal with it, Mom."

My mom was on the verge of tears, but seeing Kristine's casual expression, she could only nod.

Since it was said to be normal, my mom was too embarrassed to go to the hospital and had to endure it quietly.

She began regretting agreeing to the surgery.

She thought it would get better over time, but it only got worse. A forty-something-year-old woman with such a problem.

My mom was throwing away what she had squeezed out when she ran into a neighbor.

Seeing what my mom had, the neighbor casually said, "Why throw away good breast milk? It's valuable. Many people can't even buy it.

"A bag can cost hundreds."

My mom's hand shook, and she stared wide-eyed at the neighbor.

"What? People buy this stuff?"

They chatted, and my mom's eyes lit up. She went back home with a heavy heart but an excited look in her eyes.

She had been regretting it, but now she thought it was a good thing.

...

For a while, my mom didn't contact me, but I kept an eye on her and Kristine, visiting occasionally.

There was a new big fridge at home. Every time I tried to open it, my mom stopped me.

"What are you doing? Go somewhere else. You're not allowed to touch this fridge."

Seeing my mom in branded clothes, I just smiled and said nothing.

Once, when she wasn't looking, I sneaked a peek inside.

The fridge was packed with bags of milk, and I was shocked.

Closing the fridge, I suddenly remembered my mom's requests every time I visited.

"Don't bring anything else. Your friend likes fishing, right? Just bring me two pounds of crucian carp each time."

Her words echoed in my mind, and I thought of the crucian carp soup always on the table. I took deep breaths to calm down.

Crucian carp soup was good for lactation.

As I looked at my mom, who was laughing with Kristine in the living room, a horrifying thought struck me.

I searched on my phone and confirmed my suspicion.

I couldn't stay calm as I left the house.

For days, I followed my mom secretly, watching her hand over bags to various men while wearing a mask. I quietly took photos with my phone.

Seeing her greedily count the cash, I hid further back.

When she left, I couldn't hold it in and threw up by a tree.

I finally knew how my mom had been making money recently.

I wondered if my mom and Kristine would still be able to smile once they knew the truth.