But after I took them in, they coaxed me to give the house to them.
I guessed it was to prepare for my unborn brother.
Thinking of this, I laughed at myself and decided that I wouldn't be so stupid this time.
I would not be deceived by so-called family members.
This week, I went to work at the hospital as usual.
But every time I would go to Liam's room when they were not around and use the excuse of checking his health.
I deliberately sighed beside him, "If only Nicole didn't eat lymphatic meat for you, you wouldn't have to suffer so much."
When his chemotherapy was finished, I kept telling him that if he hadn't eaten the lymph meat, these things wouldn't have happened, and it was all Nicole's fault for having no common sense.
I noticed that his eyes were becoming more and more strange.
Every time Nicole brought him food, he would deliberately find fault with her, complaining that she did this or that poorly.
When his hair fell out due to chemotherapy, he picked up the vase on the table and threw it at Nicole.
Watching them fighting each other, I felt extremely happy.
One day, I was seeing a patient's case in the office when Nicole rushed in with my parents.