My Uncle Died ,His Lover Threatened My Family

"What? She's pregnant?"

Susan and Grandma showed up, dropping the bombshell.

Linda, smug, caressed her belly.

"That's right, the last heir to our family. If you want this baby, you know the drill."

Grandma looked pained and uncertain, her eyes darting between me and Susan.

"It's true... he was the last of our line. Jack's gone."

Her implication was clear—we should keep supporting Linda until the child was born.

We all knew that agreeing was a one-way ticket to endless financial drain.

The cost of future baby formula and Linda's retirement care... these expenses are substantial.

Desperate, Grandma turned to her daughters, "Are you heartless? This is our family's future! Agree now, or are you trying to kill me with worry?"

I thought about how Grandma had squeezed everything she could out of her daughters.

Now, with her son gone, she still expected them to prop up her daughter-in-law. Ridiculous.

Grandma's gaze then landed on me, filled with more accusation, "You and your haircut! It's your fault! Jack was too decent to just go out and drink and drive!"

Realizing this was going nowhere and bracing for more fallout, Susan and Mom shared a look and finally said, "Mom, go back home. Let us think this through."

With that, Grandma and Linda left.

Once they were gone, Susan revealed a staggering secret to my mom.

Jack had been infertile all along!