After Hearing the Thoughts of My Unborn Nephew
Oliver said, The doctor is just jealous that I'm a prodigy, that's why they advised you to abort! You absolutely can't abort me!
"I'm a genius, I can predict lottery numbers and help you win big!"
After I earnestly explained the dangers of supermale syndrome, Grace finally had an abortion.
But two days later, the lottery numbers Oliver predicted actually won.
The whole family instantly turned against me, angrily accusing me of being selfish and jealous that Grace was carrying a genius son.
Grace completely lost her mind and grabbed a kitchen knife to kill me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day Grace was found to be carrying a fetus with supermale syndrome.
This time, I decided not to interfere.
*****
"Mom, you can't abort me, I'm a prodigy.
"I can predict lottery winning numbers. If you don't believe me, buy a ticket first. If it wins in two days, you'll know if it's true."
Hearing Oliver's inner voice, the whole family was stunned.
Grace hesitated for a moment and cautiously looked at her parents, Benjamin Harrison and Victoria Harrison. "Mom, Dad, did you hear that?"
The two nodded stiffly.
Victoria looked conflicted and turned to me. "Liam, do you have any suggestions?"
I gently smiled at her. "You're the elder, it's up to you."
In my previous life, it was Benjamin and Victoria who asked me to persuade Grace to have an abortion.
As Grace's biological parents, they found it inconvenient to say such things, but I, as an outsider working in a hospital, knew more.
But after winning the lottery, they all blamed me.
Benjamin and Victoria accused me of being jealous of Grace because Fiona and I couldn't have children.
Fiona slapped me dozens of times, leaving my face swollen.
Grace, driven to madness, grabbed a kitchen knife and killed me.
I begged them for help, but all I saw were their cold and disgusted looks.
In this life, I won't do such things again.
Once a woman conceives a fetus with supermale syndrome, her body secretes a special hormone that strongly suppresses any thoughts of terminating the pregnancy.
Grace was already unwilling to have an abortion. After hearing Oliver's words, she said, "Why don't we buy a lottery ticket first and see? What if we win?"
Oliver immediately got excited and said, "Mom, trust me, I'm so happy. You must stay away from Liam, he doesn't mean well."
Grace was half-skeptical, but her gaze toward me became wary. She stepped back two steps, distancing herself from me.
I ignored her, turned around, went back to the room, and started packing, preparing to file for divorce.
Fiona followed me in, grabbed my wrist, and said, "Even though we can hear the child's thoughts, this is too dangerous. You should still persuade Grace to have an abortion."
I calmly opened the suitcase. "What's dangerous?"
She got anxious. "You're a doctor, don't you know? Children with super-male syndrome are highly likely to develop severe violent tendencies as they grow up, even to the point of killing their parents.
"Grace is my sister, are you really going to stand by and do nothing?"
I looked at her anxious face and just found it ridiculous.
In my past life, she made me persuade, but in the end, I bore all the blame alone.
When Grace attacked me with a kitchen knife, I desperately begged them for help.
They only looked on coldly, thinking I cost them the chance to win the jackpot.
With my luggage packed, I picked up the suitcase and walked out.
I said, "I am your husband, but when it comes to Grace, I'm ultimately just an outsider. It's not my place to interfere.
"Besides, didn't Oliver say it himself? He's a prodigy, maybe he really can bring you wealth."
Fiona then noticed the suitcase in my hand, grabbed my wrist, and frowned. "Where are you going?"
Worried she might stop me, I casually said, "My mom said she's not feeling well, so I'm going home to take care of her for a few days."
When Oliver heard I was leaving, his voice turned sharp and piercing. "We can't let Liam go! He'll definitely find someone to force Mom to the hospital for an abortion."
"Quick, lock him up, don't let him leave."
Grace immediately locked the door. "Liam, wait until the lottery results are out in two days. If it's fake, I'll let you go."
Oliver was reborn too!
If I can't leave now, I definitely won't be able to leave in two days.
I clenched my teeth, tightened my fists, and forced myself to calm down.
I said, "Grace, I never persuaded you to have an abortion from the start. Why are you stopping me?"
"My mom's not feeling well. If something happens, can you take responsibility?"
After all, she's still young. When I pressed her, she hesitated.
Oliver wouldn't let me off, shouting sharply, "It's all an excuse! Liam just couldn't stand Mom refusing to abort me and wanted someone to take her away for a forced abortion!"
"Mom, you have to believe me. I was reborn. In my previous life, Liam dragged you to the hospital and made you abort me. You injured your uterus and couldn't have children anymore. Dad despised you and kicked you out. Grandpa and Grandma's luck turned bad. Aunt Fiona got laid off. The whole family lived miserably, all because of Liam."
I said coldly, "You're talking nonsense!"
I never did those things!
Oliver sneered, "Uncle Liam, you're reborn too, right? You should know if the lottery will win in two days, right?"
"If the lottery win is true, then why can't the other things I said be true?"
I froze all over.
Grace stared at me without blinking. "Liam, is what my son said true? Have you been reborn too?"
I picked up the suitcase, trying to stay calm. "Rebirth? I don't know what you're talking about.
"If you want to have a child, I support you. But you can't stop me from going home, or I'll call the police and report you for illegal detention."
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Oliver got a bit anxious and quickly said, "Hurry, lock him in the warehouse, don't let him out."
"Take his phone too!"
Grace's eyes immediately turned red. "Mom, Dad, Fiona, are you just going to watch Liam bully me?"
"I finally got pregnant with this child. I'll just lock Liam up for two days. If the lottery doesn't win after two days, we'll let him out."
Grace, who had been spoiled since childhood, was always the center of the family.
Thinking that winning the lottery wasn't something that could just happen, everyone forcibly dragged me, took away my phone, and locked me in the warehouse.
I banged on the door and roared, "Fiona, open the door! What that child said is completely unreliable! Let me out now."
"I swear I will never do anything bad to Grace or her child. Open the door!"
Fiona stood outside the door, persuading me, "Just wait two days for my sake, so Grace can feel at ease."
"I believe you. As long as the lottery isn't won, I'll let you out immediately."
I sat on the ground in despair.
I thought, "The lottery will definitely win. Oliver is so sure of this, that's why he's so arrogant."
But there's no way to verify the events of the past life.
I stayed in the warehouse for two days and nearly went crazy.
Oliver said a lot of bad things about me to Grace, making her especially wary of me.
She didn't even dare to step near the warehouse, fearing I might harm her child.
The warehouse was small, filled with clutter piled on both sides, leaving me to curl up on the floor.
The cold floor made me increasingly restless.
Two days later, cheers suddenly erupted outside the door, and my heart sank abruptly.
"Didn't expect to actually win."
"Five hundred thousand dollars!"
"Oliver is truly our lucky star."
Oliver said proudly, "Now you believe it, right? It was Liam who bribed the hospital to fake the diagnosis saying I have supermale syndrome."
"He just can't stand seeing us doing well. So you must kill him!"
Hearing this, the whole family gasped.
I immediately banged on the door, my voice hoarse. "Oliver, killing is against the law. Do you want your mom to spend her life in prison?"
"Benjamin, Victoria, if you don't trust me, I can divorce Fiona."
Oliver continued, "You're after my mom's five hundred thousand dollars. Only if you're dead will they not split the money with you."
He tried to convince everyone, "You can't go soft. Liam is really bad. Even if I'm born safely, he'll find a way to kill me."
“In his previous life, he was jealous of my exceptional talent. After causing me to be aborted, he cheated with another woman and got her pregnant. That child was born with XYY syndrome and ended up killing both his maternal grandparents.”
"So, you must kill Liam, or you'll end up being harmed."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
The door was forcefully pulled open, and Fiona stared at me with a grim face. "Liam, I didn't expect you to be so vicious, not even sparing a child."
My heart tightened.
I never thought Oliver could be so vicious as to want me dead.
I took a deep breath and said, "Fiona, if you don't trust me, we can sign an agreement. I'll leave with nothing and promise never to contact you again."
"We can get it notarized at a law firm. You need to understand that murder is illegal. If you act, Oliver will be fine, but you'll end up in prison. You've just won a $500,000 lottery, and there could be more in the future. Do you really want to become murderers?"
Fiona was convinced by me.
I continued to persuade, "Oliver is a prodigy, smart and capable. You want to do business now that you have money, right? If you're labeled as murderers, people will criticize you."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Grace's eyes. "Yeah, Oliver is going to attend a prestigious university in the future."
"Carrying the label of a murderer's family, he will be looked down upon."
Benjamin nodded repeatedly. "That's right, reputation is more important. We can't waste Oliver's good genes."
Oliver became anxious. "No way! You must kill Liam!"
"Even though he's saying this now, he'll definitely grab a knife and kill you all later."
"He was reborn too and knows the lottery numbers. He'll take the ticket first, leaving you with nothing. You can't let him go!"
"You'll all end up dying at his hands!"
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