Fatal Trap: Intertwined Destinies

September brought a hint of coolness in the air.

Amanda was nearing her due date, and her whole family, except for Lizzy, was on high alert, treating her like fragile glass, fearing any misstep, almost wanting to put her in a bubble for safety.

Yet Lizzy, in these past few days, stood by, eyes fixed unwaveringly on Amanda's belly several times.

She had a venomous gaze, occasionally revealing a strange smirk on her face.

I started feeling nervous, not for the child in Amanda's belly, but to prevent a repeat of the past.

In my previous life, I didn't understand Amanda well because her boy-preference attitude was akin to my mother's, and I didn't like it.

This inadvertently gave Lizzy an opportunity.

As the time frame mirrored the past, Kadee instructed me to watch over the nutritious soup she was cooking in the kitchen, telling me to take it upstairs once it was ready.

As for why I was still here, it wasn't because my mother still cared about me or preserved my room.

It was merely to have more people looking after Amanda, and I, a university student, was a free babysitter.

Lizzy appeared behind me, catching me off guard, echoing the same words as in the past life, "Auntie, Grandma said to add some walnut oil to the soup to boost the nutrition."

She smiled innocently, like a sweet, obedient little girl, endearing yet unsettling.

In the past, I didn't question her words, and with their urging, I hurriedly followed through, taking the soup to Amanda.

That night, Amanda suffered severe allergic reactions, leading to heavy bleeding and a trip to the hospital.

After treatment, Amanda survived, but the child did not.

The doctors informed us that Amanda's body was no longer fit for successful pregnancies.

Kadee slapped me hard across the face, leaving a clear imprint and blood on my lips.

The searing pain and the ringing in my ears remained unforgettable to this day.

Kadee's eyes glinted with malice as if one slap wasn't enough. She lunged forward to strike me again, only to be stopped by a nurse beside her.

"Madam, please calm down!"

Trembling, my mother pointed at me, shouting, "Claire, what have you done? How could you treat Amanda like this?

"How have we wronged you, Claire, to make you ruin our family line?

"Oh, my precious grandchild! You've deprived me of my beloved grandson!"

I covered my face, feeling bewildered and unsure how to respond.

"I had no idea Amanda is allergic to walnuts!

"And besides, it wasn't you who told Liz to ask me to add walnuts to the soup?"

Suddenly, I realize something.

I froze in disbelief, looking towards Lizzy, who stood silently on the sidelines, watching the drama unfold.

I rushed over and grabbed her shoulders tightly.

"Say it! You were the one who said to add walnut oil to the soup!!"

Lizzy's eyes welled up with tears, her face filled with a sense of injustice.

She furrowed her brow, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Auntie, what are you talking about? I clearly said sesame oil!"

"Auntie, I know you didn't mean it! Apologize to Mom, Grandma, and Dad. They won't blame you! They will forgive you...

"Fine," Lizzy turned to Kadee, saying, "It's all my fault. I misunderstood and passed on the wrong information. If you want to blame someone, blame me! I'm the one who let Mom down, who let my brother down..."