Yet Lizzy, in these past few days, stood by, eyes fixed unwaveringly on Amanda's belly several times.
She had a venomous gaze, occasionally revealing a strange smirk on her face.
I started feeling nervous, not for the child in Amanda's belly, but to prevent a repeat of the past.
In my previous life, I didn't understand Amanda well because her boy-preference attitude was akin to my mother's, and I didn't like it.
This inadvertently gave Lizzy an opportunity.
As the time frame mirrored the past, Kadee instructed me to watch over the nutritious soup she was cooking in the kitchen, telling me to take it upstairs once it was ready.
As for why I was still here, it wasn't because my mother still cared about me or preserved my room.
It was merely to have more people looking after Amanda, and I, a university student, was a free babysitter.
Lizzy appeared behind me, catching me off guard, echoing the same words as in the past life, "Auntie, Grandma said to add some walnut oil to the soup to boost the nutrition."
She smiled innocently, like a sweet, obedient little girl, endearing yet unsettling.