My Sister Wants Me To Provide For Her Family

“Why are you not saving your nephew? You’re heartless, Ruby!”

I stared at Wendy Anderson, who demanded that I give her money for her son’s heart transplant surgery.

I suddenly regretted my decision to admit her to an expensive hospital ward.

In the past, she chose to marry Ben Reid, but she disliked Ben for leaving her alone most of the time.

Liam Smith would personally fetch me back to my mother’s place, so Wendy was jealous of my happy little life with him.

After she returned to the past, she cast her arrogance as an overseas scholar aside and chose to marry Liam, who was a security guard 15 years older than her.

She thought Liam would treat her very well. Instead, she did not expect him to ask her to work while she was pregnant. He even used her money to live lavishly.

A few years ago, I had just given her five hundred thousand dollars. She did not pay me back a single cent when she started to eye my money again.

“If I hadn’t given you the opportunity to marry a rich man, you’d be the one suffering! Why aren’t you saving my son? You should be saving him!”

I laughed in cold fury.

When I recalled all the disgusting things she had done in the past, I only solidified my decision to not loan her any money.

In the first incident, she had forced me to kneel down before her first unborn child.

We got married on the same day, and we went back to visit our parents on the same day too.

Liam and her had acted very lovingly during dinner.

Liam was cutting steaks and deboning fish for her.

As she ate, she suddenly started to attack me.

“Ruby, why didn’t Ben come back with you today? I heard he has a great relationship with all his secretaries.

“You’re too generous for allowing him to keep all these women after you got married.”

“He has a huge business to run, of course he’s busy. He won’t have as much time as the two of you.”

“Ruby, what are you trying to say? You’re being mean on purpose!”

Wendy tossed her fork aside and wanted to slap me.

Before she could slap me, she frowned and held her belly. Then, she cried out.

“Kneel down before me, Ruby!

“I’m pregnant! It’s your fault for offending me, that’s why my son is making my tummy hurt.”

After hearing that, everyone hovered over her carefully.

When I was not willing to back down to a pregnant woman, Wendy took great offense to it.

She started to complain to our parents, “Mom, dad, she’s not listening to me. But you know of my health condition.

“What if I give birth to an unhealthy child?”

“Ruby, quick, beg for your sister’s forgiveness! You won’t be able to make amends if anything happens to her baby!”

I was the true daughter of the Anderson family, and I only reconciled with them when I was in university.

I never had any deep bonds with my father like what Wendy had.

He would rather talk to Wendy about having a child out of wedlock in private than embarrass Wendy in front of an outsider like me.

I had no other choice.

I fell onto my knees and begged for forgiveness.

Unexpectedly, Wendy had jinxed herself.

Her first child had been healthy, but her second child was not.

On the same night, her second son died.