My Sister Killed Me After Giving Birth to a Baby1
"Mia, are the results out?"
My sister's voice suddenly rang in my ears. I looked down and saw a test report in my hand.
In front of me was my sister, Kayla Roberts, with an anxious look.
She was holding her two-month-old daughter in her arms.
A familiar scene. I realized I was reborn.
I was reborn on the day Kayla was diagnosed with pregnancy.
In the previous life, Kayla had just given birth to her little daughter. She was already looking for medical treatment and medicine everywhere.
It was because her husband wanted a son.
But she gave birth to three daughters.
"Mia, please help me. I just want to give birth to a son!"
She was desperate and came to me, a cardiac surgeon, for help.
I was helpless. "Kayla, I'm not an obstetrician and gynecologist. I can't help you."
"You're a doctor. Why can't you help me? Then go ask someone else. You know more doctors than I do!
"Mia, you must help me. If I can't have a son, Victor will divorce me.
"Are you still blaming me for taking Victor away from you?"
The more she talked, the more outrageous it became.
Victor Hastings was originally my boyfriend. Kayla took a liking to him when I brought him home.