Sister-in-law really didn't do anything, my mother didn't even need to cook.

　　She just needed to wait for sister-in-law to bring out meat dishes, and then eat them one by one.

　　Sister-in-law made all the dishes that my mother used to make, and I tasted them, there was no difference in taste.

　　She perfectly replicated everything my mother had done.

　　Sister-in-law would always ask about my mother's well-being, urging her to eat more.

　　"Mom, eat more, the fatter a woman is, the better the days will be." Every word she said was something my mother had consoled her with before.

　　"Both Xiao and I can't gain weight, we can only rely on mom to bring blessings to our home." My mother and brother would always force-feed me their meat dishes, and sister-in-law would turn a blind eye.

　　It seemed like this was the only way they could alleviate such a situation, as long as there was someone lower than their status, they could still hold on.

　　Suddenly, sister-in-law let out a scream, and my brother and mother's bodies trembled.

　　We all knew it was coming again.

　　Sister-in-law remained gentle as usual, but the child that wanted to be born well was the true evil spirit.

　　It would crawl out of sister-in-law's body every day, step by step, asking my brother why he wanted to abandon it.

　　Muscles on my brother's face twitched, he closed his eyes in despair.

　　Late at night, they dragged me to the yard and ruthlessly kicked me to the ground.

　　They abused me while comforting each other, "Everything will be fine after the child is born, Mom, let's hold on a little longer, our good days are ahead of us." My mother nodded, "When the time comes, we will collect all her bones! Seal her in a jar!"

　　"I want her to never be able to turn her life around!" When they abused me, they wouldn't target obvious areas.

　　My mother slapped me on the face the first night, and the next day my sister-in-law asked her why there was a fingerprint on my face.

　　That day, my brother was scared by the child and almost fainted.

　　I saw him roll his eyes several times, but he managed to wake up forcefully.

　　My brother kicked my stomach hard, and I curled up in pain on the ground, filled with intense hatred.

　　Today, when they were comforting each other, I suddenly spoke up and burst into laughter, saying, "You can never escape." "Haven't you noticed? The child my sister-in-law is carrying hasn't grown at all?" My mother and brother's bodies are getting fatter every day, but their spirits are getting weaker.

　　I know they are slowly starting to believe what I said.

　　My sister-in-law and the baby haven't actually caused any substantial harm to them.

　　My sister-in-law has always been gentle, and the baby can only appear for a short time.

　　Its skin cannot be exposed to the air for too long.

　　They eat and drink well every day, so what is there to be unsatisfied about? Obviously, they are living better lives than me.