My Husband’s New Little Brother Turned Out to Be Black Chapter 2

I thought Daniel was just acting out because he couldn’t handle the shock of losing his father so suddenly.

So, instead of calling the police, I went to the hospital alone to get my injuries treated.

But as soon as I walked through the hospital doors, I saw Daniel helping his mother walk inside.

He frowned at me in irritation, barking, "What are you standing there for? Go pay the bill already!"

Before I could respond, he shoved a thick stack of payment slips into my hands.

I glanced at the total—and my vision went black for a second.

Ten thousand dollars?!

For reference, Daniel and I together only make $8,000 a month.

"So many tests?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

Daniel glared at me, his temper flaring. "What? Do you know any pregnant woman who skips prenatal care?"

"Mom’s older, which makes it even more important. We can’t afford to take any risks without a full examination."

Oh, so now Daniel suddenly cares about her age?

Newsflash: women over 35 are considered high-risk pregnancies. Mother-in-law is pushing 60, and she still wants to have a baby? If people heard about this, they’d laugh until their jaws fell off.

Seeing that I hadn’t moved, my mother-in-law chimed in with a passive-aggressive tone, "Oh, son, it’s fine. If Claire doesn’t want to pay, I’ll just skip the tests."

"Sure, I’m old, and my health isn’t great, but for your father’s sake, I’ll grit my teeth and push through."

Daniel’s rage exploded.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know the difference between a pregnancy checkup and your stupid money?!"

"Is Mom’s health less important than your measly dollars?!"

My chest tightened like it was being crushed in a vice. I couldn’t breathe.

This is the man I’ve loved for years?

The same man who slapped me just for voicing concern? The same man now threatening me over this?

Fine. If they refuse to listen to reason, I’ll respect their fate.

I forced a smile and said sweetly, "Honey, what are you saying?"

"Of course, nothing’s more important than Mom’s health. We absolutely have to do the tests—the more expensive, the better."

"Let’s make sure she gets a full, head-to-toe, thorough examination."

My sudden agreement seemed to please Daniel immensely.

He sneered, "Finally, you’re making sense. And while you’re at it, ask the doctor if there are any additional tests we can add."

I nodded enthusiastically. "Will do!"

Mother-in-law’s doctor, however, frowned as he spoke to me.

"The patient’s age is far too advanced, and she has several pre-existing conditions. She’s not fit for pregnancy."

"You should seriously consider your options as a family. If this continues, there could be significant risks to her life."

I laughed quietly to myself. Significant risks? Perfect.

Let’s see how far this reckless stupidity will take them.

Putting on a concerned face, I said, "Doctor, this is my father-in-law’s posthumous child. My mother-in-law and husband are adamant about keeping it. As a daughter-in-law, I can’t really say much."

"But if there are any other tests she needs, please add them. We want to do everything possible."

The doctor tapped his pen against the desk. "In my professional opinion, your mother-in-law’s body won’t even last until full term."

"Later on, you’ll be looking at astronomical medical bills. I urge you to reconsider."

With the newly added tests, I practically skipped back to Daniel and my mother-in-law, waving the stack of bills like a trophy.

Beaming, I praised my mother-in-law, "Mom, you’re amazing! The doctor said you’re a medical miracle—a real hero!"

Mother-in-law’s face lit up with pride, her mouth curling into a self-satisfied smile.

"We older folks may be up there in years, but our bodies are strong as ever," she boasted.

"Not like you young people—always complaining about this pain or that ache. It’s pathetic!"

I smiled but didn’t respond to her nonsense.

Fine, let them bask in their arrogance for now. The storm is already brewing, and it’s coming straight for them.