Reborn in My Bestie’s Womb, We Rose in Power

"Isn’t this your short-lived friend from the orphanage?"

He sneered and kicked my gravestone. "What, trying to play the pity card again? Or do you want to go down there and keep being sisters with her?"

Three years ago, my best friend was taken from the orphanage by the wealthy Summers family in Chicago and became their real daughter.

The night before her rescue, she was almost kidnapped.

I was the one who pretended to be her, got abducted, and was killed.

After my death, Emily cried bitterly and begged the Summers family to call the police and seek justice.

But they refused.

They thought it was too trivial—after all, I was just an orphan without status.

If the truth came out and she was targeted again, it would be too dangerous.

Emily had no choice but to bury me with honor and investigate on her own.

Only after death did I learn the kidnappers had been hired by the fake daughter Natalie, and Ethan knew!

Afraid the Summers family would discover her scheme, he personally urged them to abandon the case.

And now you dare insult me at my grave? Bastard!

No, I can’t tell my bestie the truth yet.

She’s a fragile pregnant woman—I can’t let her be shaken.

[Turtle, go with him. Let him see whether you should have an abortion!]

Emily glared coldly at him.

"Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare die before dragging you two down first."

"You! Still so stubborn, aren’t you? Let’s see how you explain to my parents when we get back to the hospital!"

Furious, Ethan dragged her back.

Natalie, clutching her belly, stepped forward with red-rimmed eyes.

"Sister, don’t take this too hard. The doctor said your life will be in danger if you don’t have an abortion!"

"Even though you accidentally hit the table’s corner while pushing me, we’re sisters. I won’t blame you!"

She sobbed pitifully, as though she truly feared losing Emily. [What the hell is this bitch pretending for? Hit her already!]

No sooner had I finished than my bestie slapped her across the face.

"Accident? You pushed me on purpose!"

Natalie covered her cheek and collapsed into Ethan’s arms.

"Sister, I know you’ve always resented me and Aye, but that night really was an accident!"

"You didn’t want me having his child, so you pushed me…

I know you’re broken over losing your baby. You can scold me, even hit me—but don’t throw your life away!"

Ethan held her tightly, distressed, then slapped my bestie.

"Emily! You’re cruel, you harm others, and now you get what you deserve! You couldn’t protect the child, and you still dare blame Natalie?"

"Fortunately, Heaven has spared you—let this be your punishment. You deserve it!"

[Fuck you, scumbag! You rotten cucumber, how dare you hit my Turtle? Go to hell!]

I shoved hard inside my bestie’s stomach. Thud!

She spewed the full contents of her stomach all over the bastard and that shameless mistress.

"Ahhhh!"

Natalie, so pitiful a moment ago, shrieked and frantically shook her skirt.

Ethan’s designer suit was drenched in filth.

"Ugh!"

Natalie gagged and vomited.

"Who said my baby’s gone? I’m still having severe morning sickness!"

"Doctor, my baby isn’t dead—he just kicked me! If you don’t believe it, check again!"

The doctor looked at her with pity, but couldn’t refuse.

After instructing the nurse to settle her back in bed, he picked up the equipment.

Moments later, his face changed sharply.

"This is impossible—the fetus’ heartbeat is back, and…"