Reborn for Revenge- Indulging the XYY Child Chapter 2

My belly grew larger and larger like a balloon.

My mother-in-law watched me every moment except when she was sleeping. She was afraid I would do something to harm the child.

I pretended to be obedient. My belly was a full circle larger than other pregnant women at the same stage, making even daily walking very difficult.

Seeing how docile I had been these past few months, not missing any of the prescribed supplements, and now having such difficulty moving around, my mother-in-law finally felt at ease enough to leave me locked in the house alone while she went out to play cards.

I finally had a chance to message my sister-in-law.

Calculating the months, Ryan's illegitimate child should be about three months younger than mine. By now, Ryan should have already started his affair.

My sister-in-law told me to focus on my pregnancy and that she had her own plans for everything else. I deleted our conversation history.

The Powells' murderous intent only surfaced after Ryan's illegitimate child was born. For now, my sister-in-law should be safe. Ryan wouldn't give up his long-term meal ticket for an unborn child of unknown gender, would he?

Later, I deeply regretted not warning my sister-in-law to be careful of her safety, but fortunately, it didn't lead to a grave mistake.

My son was born.

He was bigger than most month-old babies, with ear-piercing cries.

Looking at him, I felt a surge of something called maternal love. I had heard that children with XYY syndrome could make the mother's body secrete more hormones, causing her to produce more maternal love to accommodate them.

It truly was the arrival of a demon.

My mother-in-law and Derek were overjoyed, boasting everywhere about how healthy and strong their grandson was, sure that he would grow up to be the bravest of men.

My sister-in-law and Ryan came too. Unlike others who brought gifts for the newborn, my sister-in-law brought me many postpartum recovery products.

My mother-in-law's attitude towards my sister-in-law was unexpectedly good, becoming warm and gentle, no longer urging her to have children, and even showing concern for her well-being.

Although I knew this was very unusual, as the Powells were always selfish and surely up to no good, my postpartum weakness didn't allow me to think too much about it. I also believed my sister-in-law had her own plans.

My mother-in-law named him Jason, believing it to be the most meaningful name, signifying that this child was the Powell family's most precious treasure.

The hormones made me involuntarily exude maternal love towards Jason. I knew this child was innocent, but his birth itself was a mistake. He was born evil, and in a way, by giving birth to him, I had also harmed society.

But as his mother, I had the responsibility to deal with him properly, to avoid adding uncertain risks to society.

Jason was very strong, often exhausting me both physically and mentally.

I had read many cases of children with XYY syndrome tormenting their mothers, so I secretly asked my sister-in-law for a drug that suppresses breast milk production and took it in advance.

Although my sister-in-law was puzzled, she helped me keep it a secret.

I didn't want to breastfeed Jason.

My mother-in-law scolded me harshly for not having milk, because Jason had a huge appetite. The cost of formula for a week was already equal to half of Derek's monthly salary, so my mother-in-law forced me to beg other mothers in the neighborhood to breastfeed Jason.

Jason was very strong. Although still an infant, he already showed a fierce expression. When he cried, it was deafeningly loud, which didn't endear him to others.

By the time Jason was four months old, his baby teeth had already grown in, and no one was willing to risk injury to feed him.

The Powells cursed and complained about this. My mother-in-law would go around the neighborhood every day, calling those people cold-hearted and selfish.

Jason was constantly hungry, and his figure began to show signs of emaciation.

Whenever my mother-in-law saw a mother of the right age, she would rush over and force her to breastfeed Jason.

All families with young children in the neighborhood avoided us like the plague.

My postpartum figure recovered quickly, becoming even thinner than before pregnancy.

"The Powells are abusing Aria, not giving her enough to eat, causing the child to have to beg for milk outside. They really have no conscience," people in the neighborhood said.

My parents also wanted to come see the child. I kept making excuses to put them off, unsure if I could maintain my resolve for revenge if I saw my mom and dad.