After My Nephew Underwent Sex Change, My Sister-in-law Smiled

Ada began to be obsessed with doing manicure for Mira and even took him to the cosmetic hospital for plastic surgery.

To be honest, Mira was very good-looking.

In his previous life, under my training, my relatives all said that he looked like a male star. Talent spotters even came to visit him.

But I had always encouraged him to rely on his own talent to get into college, not relying on his face to make a living.

In the end, he was admitted to the top Medical College in Washington and had a bright future.

Ada felt that Mira's nail beds were too wide, so she asked the nail technician to cut off the nails on both sides, which made Mira's fingers often become badly mutilated.

She even injected hormones into him just to make the adolescent characteristics less obvious.

She paid special attention to his figure and weight, forging him a thin waist and a thin back.

Yesterday, I saw a photo of my nephew posted by Ada on her Facebook page. There was also a caption, "My boy has double eyelids!"

Mira's almond-shaped eyes had turned into European-style eyelids, which occupied one-third of his face.

I casually "liked" it, and the next second, I received a call from Ada.

"Phoebe, come to school quickly. Your nephew is about to be beaten to death!"

When I arrived at school, Ada was arguing with the school leaders.

My mother hugged Mira, whose face was blue and red, and cried.

"I have sent my baby to your school, but you turned him into a fighting child! A few burly boys beat Mira on the ground. Even I can't bear to hurt Mira, how dare you?"

The three youths standing next to her lowered their heads and snickered, "Baby? He's so grown up.

"Why don't you ask your baby what he has done?

"How dare he bully Selina? He must be tired of living. How dare he hang his pinky in front of me every day? It's disgusting."

The youths pushed and laughed at each other.

Ada's hands trembled. "You men are really bad guys!"

The truth was that Mira stayed with the girls all day long, and the girls were defenseless against him.

In the PE class this afternoon, when the girl named Selina was not paying attention, he secretly hid in the bathroom and watched her change clothes.

These boys who had helped the girl vent her anger did not push Mira to the ground and beat him as Ada had said. Mira was just so scared that he fell to the ground in a panic.

I remembered Selina. In my previous life, she was one of Mira's pursuers. Mira once happily told me that there was a very beautiful girl in the class who was pursuing him.

I hit the boy in love on the spot and said, "The most important thing is to study hard!"

In this life, Mira had been raised like a girl by his mother, and his mentality had long been distorted. It was not surprising for him to do such a thing.

Ada continued to be aggressive. "It's no big deal to be seen. My son is blessed! It must be that wicked girl who seduced him.

"Besides, I don't think Selina is as beautiful as Mira. She's really shameless."

Mira pulled his braids and lowered his head in silence.

Ada hit him and said, "Don't ruin your hair."

The seed of darkness had sprouted, and it was accumulating strength and growing vigorously.

After Selina transferred to another school, the girls in the class began to isolate Mira.

At this time, Mira's appearance had become deformed because of his pursuit of thinness. His feet had also been interfered to be a little lame.

Ada was still happy to take him to various beauty salons.

"Mira, believe me. You must be blessed in the future. What's the benefit of being a stinky man? You should be a fragrant and soft little beauty."

In the class, Mira covered his mouth and laughed. "I don't want to associate with mortals like you."

"Good baby." Ada was very satisfied.

I didn't pay all my attention to Mira. I joined a project alone and provided psychological guidance for the children in the countryside for free.

In my previous life, from the first time I saw my nephew, who spat bubbles in his swaddling clothes, I devoted all my attention to him.

I had made him the most healthy child in the world. Looking at him who had successfully joined the top hospital, I felt a strong sense of satisfaction.

But I forgot that some children were born evil. Their parents' genes were the most important.

I had helped the sensitive teenage girls, and also the little boys who became autistic due to acne.

Watching the children become cheerful again under my interference, I finally understood that this was my pursuit, instead of insisting on turning my nephew into a perfect work of art.

Suddenly, I received a call from my mother.

"Phoebe, come home quickly.

"Don't tell me you're busy. Your brother and sister-in-law are getting divorced! If you don't come back soon, your brother's family will break up."

Look, my mom was always like this. She would only think of me when something happened to my brother's family and needed me. If I didn't go back, it would be my fault.

In my previous life, I was crushed to death by my nephew. My mother cried and said to my body,

"Phoebe, don't blame your nephew. Our family name has to be carried on. Please bless your nephew and brother in heaven."

Is it funny? I need to bless the murderer for the rest of his life.

I estimated that it was time to go back.

However, I didn't expect that they would make such a scene in this life.