Chapter 3

The color drained completely from Delia's face. She quickly spoke up:

"Impossible! In the past life, you all saw it. She falsely accused me of pushing her down the stairs, and after the 'miscarriage,' what fell out was a pillow. William, you saw it with your own eyes too. How could she really be pregnant?"

The whole family was stunned, but echoing in their minds was my earlier statement [pushed down the stairs by bad people and lost me].

Especially Dad—hearing my cheerful thoughts and looking at the little bean that definitely existed on the screen, his expression was extremely complex.

Seeing everyone's expressions waver, Delia immediately put on that innocent look and spoke softly and weakly.

"Maybe we really did misunderstand Vivian in the past life. She was truly pregnant then but accidentally miscarried, then became mentally unstable and mistook the pillow for a baby."

"I just can't understand... how could someone with intellectual disabilities who's also mentally unstable be so calculating and capable of plotting to destroy us?"

Hearing this, Marcus immediately sneered coldly, his eyes full of vigilance and hatred.

"So what if it's not fake pregnancy?"

"The fact remains that Vivian destroyed our family in the past life!"

"And what good child could this vicious woman's belly produce? Probably just a bastard here to collect debts!"

[Marcus is so mean! How can he call me a bastard!]

I pouted in grievance and unhappily turned over in Mom's belly.

Marcus choked on this sudden protest and fell silent.

Mom seemed to sense something and gently touched her belly.

She looked even more confused at her family members.

"You're all so strange. Can pregnancy really involve past and present lives?"

No one had any intention of explaining the past life to a simple-minded beauty.

Delia's eyes turned cold, but when she looked at Marcus and the grandparents, her voice was dripping with tea-scented concern.

"Marcus, how can you say that about Vivian and the unborn child? Vivian doesn't know anything now, and her intelligence is low. Maybe in the past life, that viciousness..."

"Enough!"

Dad suddenly cut her off sharply.

He rubbed his temples, his mind full of my statement about "becoming a little ghost to wipe Mom's tears." His heart ached inexplicably.

"Even if she's bad, the child is innocent."

Though his tone was still harsh, it clearly lacked the killing intent from before.

Grandpa also frowned. Looking at his daughter's confused, innocent eyes and swollen abdomen, he spoke in a low voice.

"Before things are completely clear, everyone should say less."

His gaze swept over Delia with a trace of subtle scrutiny.

Grandma looked at the little life on the screen, and her eyes also flashed with an imperceptible softness.

Seeing them actually begin to waver, Delia panicked inside, but her face showed even more grievance.

"That's true. Maybe this life our family can have a good ending!"

Hearing this, the family members seemed to see all the events of the past life replayed before their eyes again. They didn't dare lower their guard or let go of the hatred in their hearts.

Seeing the desired effect achieved, Delia immediately looked at Mom provocatively.

"Vivian, see how much everyone cares about you? You must 'keep' the baby safe."

Mom completely missed the malice in her words and responded with a bright, foolish smile, nodding vigorously.

"Thank you, Delia. I'll work hard with the baby!"

Delia was choked by her innocent response and almost couldn't maintain her expression.

Returning to the Lester family manor, the atmosphere remained heavy.

Though Dad no longer mentioned "torturing Mom," his eyes remained cold.

Grandpa and Grandma were silent. Marcus even moved to the guest house farthest from the main residence, out of sight, out of mind, but his ears seemed to constantly echo with that "Marcus is mean" comment.

Weekend family dinner.

A critically important bid price document from Grandpa's study went missing.

"Search! Search thoroughly!" Grandpa's face turned iron-blue with anger. "Only family members knew where this document was kept!"

All suspicious eyes immediately focused on Mom.

After all, in the past life, the one who leaked company secrets was Mom.

Delia supported Grandpa, seemingly worried but actually guiding with every sentence.

"Vivian, you were the only one who entered Dad's study these past few days. I know your memory isn't good during pregnancy, but the document is very important. Think hard about where you put it?"

Mom looked bewildered, trying hard to remember.

"I did go into the study to bring Dad some ginseng tea, but I didn't touch any documents..."

[Delia wants to make Mom take the blame again! It was clearly her who sneaked into the study last night, took Grandpa's documents, and hid them under the carpet.]

[I saw everything. You want to frame Mom again, bad person!]

I angrily tugged at the umbilical cord in Mom's belly.

William, Marcus, Grandpa, and Grandma's faces all changed at the same time!

Their gazes shot toward the corner of the study carpet!

Sure enough, there was a small, barely noticeable bulge there.

Noticing his line of sight, Delia's expression changed drastically. She instinctively moved to block it with her hand.

Dad's face darkened to the point of dripping water, his eyes coldly fixed on her.

"Take out the documents you hid under the carpet!"

Delia stepped back in fear: "William, I didn't..."

"Take it out." Dad's tone brooked no argument.

Finally, the missing documents were found under the carpet.

Frame-up, ironclad evidence.