Before the SAT exam, my stepmother took my sister to have plastic surgery

When I got home and saw Amy holding my admission letter, my heart skipped a beat.

Before I could react, she ripped the letter to shreds right in front of the live stream camera.

She giggled and showed the shredded pieces to the camera, saying, "Hey guys, getting into college is so easy for me. I don't care about it at all. I just love having you all around."

The comments were flying in: [Is that your letter?]

[Wow, you're so hardcore, I love it!]

She read through the comments, her smile growing wider.

My blood was boiling, and I felt like it was about to explode.

I stormed over, grabbed her phone, and slammed it on the floor. "Amy! Are you out of your mind? That was my admission letter! Who gave you the right to tear it up?"

She just shrugged, completely unfazed. "I told you not to go to college. Just stick with me on the stream, and you'll be living the good life.

"Who cares about a stupid letter."

I couldn't hold back any longer and slapped her across the face.

Amy was stunned, clutching her face and crying out in pain.

When she looked up, I was shocked to see that her nose was crooked.

Amy, realizing something was wrong, grabbed a mirror and started screaming.

At that moment, Belinda stumbled out of her room, looking flushed and unsteady. I'd wondered why she wasn't around lately; usually, she was all about eating, drinking, and hanging out, and she had been joining Amy's streams every day.

Today, she was nowhere to be seen.

Belinda wobbled over and, holding onto Amy, said she felt dizzy.

Amy, now ignoring her own nose, screamed, "Mom, you're burning up!

"Quick, Meryl, call an ambulance! Get Mom to the hospital!"

I stood there, feeling a mix of disbelief and amusement. I thought, "It is just a fever, but Amy is acting like it was a life-or-death emergency.

In my past life, when I was bleeding out, she had repeatedly delayed my treatment."

Seeing me not reacting, Amy urgently called Owen. He skipped work, drove home, and we all rushed to the hospital.

At the hospital, after examining Belinda, the doctor delivered the diagnosis. "She's running a fever due to pregnancy. Judging by the dates, she's been pregnant for about three months."

I was stunned.

Owen jumped up with excitement. "This is fantastic, Belinda! From now on, you'll be the hero of the family."

Belinda blushed and giggled, saying, "There are so many people here. Please be mindful."

Only I noticed that Amy's face was gloomy. She tugged at Belinda's sleeve. "Mom, isn't having me enough? Why do you need another baby?"

Owen shot her a stern look. "It's not the same. The baby in Belinda's belly is going to be a boy. He'll carry on the family name. The Wade family finally has an heir!"

As Owen spoke, Amy's expression grew gloomier with each word.

Belinda, meanwhile, didn't argue but happily cradled her belly.

I stepped forward to remind Owen, "Dad, this is wonderful news for our family. You should ask the doctor if there's anything we need to watch out for. After all, Belinda's over forty now. We need to be careful."

Owen hurriedly nodded and went to consult the doctor.

Amy seemed to ponder my words thoughtfully.