"Of course she’s normal!" Rosemary hurriedly reassured him. "Look, she even has a certificate of being a Three-Good Student from her school!"
She pulled out a homework book and a neatly stamped certificate from my sister’s schoolbag, thrusting them forward.
Willie and his wife examined the papers, nodding in satisfaction.
"Brother, look at this handwriting! Neat and beautiful! She’ll surely give birth to a smart son for our Conrad Family."
The black-faced man, Erick, still seemed unconvinced, but the elder in his sixties, seated behind them with a pipe in hand, let out a heavy sigh.
"It’s fine," he murmured. "Back then, I promised my older brother I’d take care of you two. Now the second brother’s son has a wife. That just leaves you…"
A wife. A breeding tool. A prisoner.
That was all I had been to them in my last life.
The one who spoke was their uncle, Daryl.
This old man was infertile and had spent his life raising his deceased elder brother’s sons, Erick and Willie.
"Uncle, I’m already over forty," Erick sighed. "I’ve worked these fields all my life, and no woman would want me. Unlike my brother—at least he got to marry our cousin. Me? I’m not that lucky."