My Sister-in-Law Swapped My Baby

"Mom, doesn’t my skin look even more yellow? I feel like I’m turning into pure gold!" "Yes, yes, Sharon! I’d say you’re carrying our golden blessed child!” I opened my eyes in shock and saw my mom holding a large bowl of chicken soup, doting on my sister-in-law. When Sharon Fox noticed me, she quickly handed me the bowl. "Fiona, you drink this first. Even if I’m carrying a golden blessed child, you’ll always be our family’s sweetheart." I glanced at the oily broth floating in the clear soup and raised an eyebrow at her. "I’m going to the hospital for a check-up. Are you coming?" My mom’s expression changed instantly. She rushed to stop Sharon from getting up. "You mustn’t go to places like that. What if it offends the blessed child? How will we ever get rich then?" Sharon’s eyes flashed with a trace of defiance, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. "I’d love to go with you, Fiona, but hospitals are just so inconvenient for someone like me." She leaned back into the s

Sharon dragged me to the largest supermarket in the city, piling the shopping cart high with expensive, gourmet ingredients as if they were free. I waved it off without a care and paid for everything. On the way home, I reminded her with a cheerful tone, "You’re carrying the golden blessed child, the pride of our family. Make sure Mom prepares all this properly for you." Stuffing a spoonful of her dessert parfait into her mouth, Sharon nodded eagerly. "Don’t worry, Fiona. You’ll always be the family’s favorite. Even the little golden nephew wouldn’t dare outshine you!"Under my and Mom’s dedicated care, Sharon’s belly swelled rapidly, as if inflated like a balloon. Even my usually indifferent brother couldn’t help but comment when he saw her. "You and Fiona got pregnant around the same time, so how is your belly twice the size of hers?" Sharon playfully smacked his arm, clearly annoyed. "I’m carrying the golden blessed child, while she’s carrying an ordinary baby. Of course, my

Brian fell silent for a moment before softening his tone. "Fiona, what kind of talk is that? We're family. There’s no ‘yours’ or ‘mine.’ Everyone in the family loves you the most. Now that there’s trouble, of course, it’s your responsibility to step up." Listening to his ridiculous reasoning, I let out a cold laugh and hung up without another word. My husband, watching my reaction, hesitated before speaking cautiously. "Fiona, shouldn’t we help the family out a little?" I sighed, looking at his tentative expression. "Fine, send someone to keep an eye on things at the city hospital. But don’t spend a single penny. Oh, and make sure to get my mom out on bail and send her back to the hospital." After all, how could I let her miss the spectacle when she’s been so eager to hold her golden blessed grandchild? My husband quickly sent his assistant, who soon streamed live updates back to us. The scene outside the delivery room was utter chaos. Brian was shielding Sharon while shout

Brian and my mom stared at me in disbelief when I didn’t immediately agree to their demands and instead questioned them calmly and logically. "Fiona Lowe, we’re your family!" "You ungrateful child! Is this really what you think of us?" Before I could reply, a cool voice cut through their tirade. "Your way of showing love to Fiona is to deliver news of Sharon’s death while she’s recovering postpartum and then demand money from her?" I turned to see my husband, Cyrus Goodwin, walking in. A faint smile touched my lips. "You’re back. Did you bring my clam chowder?" Cyrus knelt down, carefully opened the container, and blew on the spoon before holding it to my lips. "Take it slow. It’s still hot." Brian, who had been seething on the sidelines, finally snapped. With a furious yell, he slapped the bowl out of Cyrus’ hand. "Didn’t you hear me? My wife is dead because of Fiona! And you two still dare to flaunt your happiness in front of me? Do you think I’m just going to let th