Every time I wanted to refuse, they would say, "Amy is your niece. If you don't take care of her, who will?"
During that time, I worked and performed surgery during the day and took care of Amy at night.
I had to get up at least three or four times every night to make milk and feed her.
As for Kayla, she lived in the high-end ward I arranged for her and ate specially prepared nutritious meals.
She herself had nothing to worry about, but I was exhausted.
Even for the money I spent, Kayla and Victor had no intention of reimbursing me.
Every time I went to Lisa to complain, she would persuade me.
She said, "We are family. Talking about money will hurt our feelings."
But this time, I didn't want to do what they wanted.
"Mom, what are you saying? Why can't she raise her child?
"I have to go to work every day. How can I have the time?"
Lisa said, "But... But Amy is your niece."
I smiled and reached out to poke Amy's face.
"Mom, Amy is my niece. Her mother is still alive. How can it be my turn to take care of her?"
Lisa's smile froze, and she turned to look at Kayla.
"Kayla, what do you think we should do now?"
What to do? Of course, Kayla had to take care of her daughter.