They panicked and tried to slip away, but I quickly stepped in front of them.
Surprised, they screamed and fell to the floor.
“My daughter, please, let us go,” my father begged, his voice trembling. “I was a little harsh just now. Don’t take it to heart.”
He almost knelt down before me. I looked down at them, feeling both uneasy and anxious.
“Then tell me now! Why has everyone been afraid of me since I got pregnant?”
My mother couldn’t look me in the eye. Her voice shook as she said,
“You… you’ll find out when you go for your prenatal checkup.”
A chill spread through me.
In my previous life, my parents had poisoned me with rat poison.
And now, in this life, they were terrified of me — but why?
I didn’t have time to press them for answers. My appointment was about to start.
I packed my bag quickly and drove to the hospital.
The checkup went smoothly. The doctor told me the baby was healthy.
I was about to ask more questions, but then I noticed her hands trembling slightly. I decided not to push further.
While waiting for the report, I saw Rendy in the hospital corridor.
He wore a white lab coat, but I recognized his tall figure right away.
“Rendy!” I called out as I walked toward him.