"You're just being fussy!" Grace was sitting nearby painting her nails and said sarcastically, "When I was about to give birth, I was still bent over in the fields harvesting rice, and I didn't even have a postpartum recovery period. I continued working right away."
"Unlike you, acting so delicate over a girl."
Lily sneered, "Mom, I think she's just trying to spend all my brother's hard-earned money. What a wasteful woman."
"Since she's carrying a girl, why not just divorce her?"
I was trembling with anger. This family lived off my generosity, staying in my home, and John's job was even arranged through my father's connections. But after Grace brought in a midwife who said I was having a girl, their attitudes shifted entirely.
At that moment, a slight pain shot through my belly, causing me to sit down in alarm. John huffed in irritation, 'Are you done with this melodrama? It's just pregnancy—why are you acting like it's the end of the world? Do you think you're a princess? Look at yourself!"
Grace and Lily watched gleefully, adding fuel to the fire, saying things like a woman needs to be disciplined to behave.