Ever since Paisley married into our family, my mother always looked down on her. With my mother's overbearing personality, Paisley had been meek and submissive in our home.
Now, Paisley had no choice but to turn to me for help.
After Hudson, I was the second person in our village to graduate from college. With two college graduates in one family, my mother had been overjoyed, walking with her head held high, full of pride whenever she passed by others' homes.
This had shaped her domineering and arrogant nature.
In my previous life, only I knew that years earlier, my mother had suffered from a breast disease. Her breasts were filled with pus and had to be drained with tubes, but my mother never followed through with the procedure.
So what my nephew was gulping down was actually... pus.
I feared for my nephew's life, so despite the beatings from my parents, I stubbornly snatched him away and went to the store in our town to buy the best formula for him.