Dangerous Premature Birth, Fighting the Evil Mother-in-law!

　　I married into my husband's family from afar.

　　When I was 9 months pregnant, my parents passed away suddenly and I was devastated resulting in premature birth.

　　My mother-in-law did not even send me to the hospital after the water ran out. In the end, she slapped me in the ward with her hands on her hips.

　　"You jinx, your parents must die because of you, and you even gave birth to girl for me."

　　"Your parents are indeed dead, but you also won't others live? What a bad luck."

　　"Return the betrothal gift with interest to me and get lost!"

　　She bullied me because my parents are no longer alive and I married from far away. She thought no one will support me.

　　However, I sold her son and granddaughter's house overnight and went back to my parents' home.

　　…

　　I married far away, and I was nine months pregnant.

　　My mother-in-law told me in advance that she had to take care of my sister-in-law's son. She did not have time for me.

　　I was about to go back to my parents' home to give birth, but she said that no wife would go back to her parents' house to have a baby in this place.

　　She told me that if I went back, others would criticize me.

　　For the sake of family harmony, I decided to hire a nanny to take care of me and my kids.

　　Mom and Dad were worried about me, so they want to accompany me during the birth and take care of me.

　　However, they lived too far away. I don't want them to come.

　　They seemed to agree, but they secretly bought train tickets.

　　As a result.

　　A bolt from the blue struck me.

　　They had a car accident on the way and both of them died.

　　I held the phone and could not stop crying. I had to go back immediately.

　　I needed to be back immediately.

　　I booked the latest flight. I had to go back and see them for the last time.

　　When my mother-in-law came back from school with my sister-in-law's son, she walked around the kitchen and asked discontentedly.

　　"Why haven't the vegetables been cut yet?"

　　I was not in the mood to explain to her. I struggled to get up and was about to go back to my room to get my ID card.

　　But she stood in front of me.

　　"What's wrong with you? Can't you smell the burnt porridge in the pot?"

　　"Why are you still crying? Who are you acting like this for? My son is on a business trip and he cannot see you crying like this."

　　"I told you to cut the vegetables. How could you feel wronged just by cooking? Stop crying, are you crying because someone's dead?!"

　　Crying because someone's dead!

　　I came back to my senses.

　　I twitched as I spoke to her.

　　"Mom, my parents had a car accident. I'm going back."

　　She looked at me in disbelief.

　　"Are you crazy? If you want to go back to your parents' home, you don't have to curse your own parents."

　　"No, I really need to go back. They, they..."

　　I was so anxious that I choked with sobs and could not continue.

　　She looked at me tentatively.

　　"Are they really dead?"

　　I cried and nodded.

　　However, she suddenly laughed.

　　"Since they're really dead, you don't have to go back then. It's so far away. You can only see a handful of ashes when you go back. There's nothing."

　　I didn't know what she was talking about. I was just thinking about my mom and dad.

　　The word "crying because someone's dead" kept flashing in my mind.

　　I had to go back. I had to.

　　That was the only thought in my mind.

　　Seeing that I was about to leave, she blocked the door again.

　　"Don't you understand? They're already dead. There's no point in you going back."

　　"Hurry up and cook for us. Garry said he was hungry as soon as school was over. Don't starve my grandson."

　　Cooking? She was still ordering me to cook at this time. She was crazy.

　　I was so angry that I began to speak without thinking.

　　"Will he die if he does not have this meal? I'm not in the mood to cook for him now."

　　Hearing my words, she immediately glared at me fiercely.

　　"Are you out of mind? Why are you throwing a tantrum at us when your parents are dead?"