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After that argument with Jack, he apologized profusely on social media every day.
I set his messages to “Do Not Disturb.” Not having to face that scumbag made my world instantly more peaceful.
However, I kept a close eye on what was happening with his family. Jack had taken his mom to the hospital once to inquire about abortion procedures.
The “filial son” clearly hadn’t given up. If he thought he could frame my family again, he was dreaming.
Using my connections, I found out the date of Mrs. Wilson’s scheduled abortion. My parents and I waited outside their building with generous gifts in hand.
We ran into them just as they were coming out. In just a few days, Mrs. Wilson’s eyes had become red and swollen. She must have cried a lot,
reluctant to give up the baby.
Seeing me, she lacked her usual enthusiasm, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
Jack nervously and suspiciously asked, “Uncle, Auntie, why… why are you here?”
Mom smiled and said, “Your uncle and I heard about your mom’s pregnancy, so we came to visit her.”
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“What visit? You’re here to gloat, aren’t you? I’ve already agreed to abort the baby like you wanted. What more do you want? Are you here to
I make sure I go through with it?” Mrs. Wilson, forgetting she was pregnant, angrily rushed up to my mom, looking ready to hit her.
“Mom! Calm down!” Jack hurriedly tried to pull his mother back, afraid she might say too much.
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My mom asked in confusion, “What? Abort the baby?”
Mrs. Wilson’s accusatory voice had already been loud, but my mom’s question was even louder, instantly attracting the attention of many nearby neighbors.
I wanted to applaud my mom. Well done!
Mrs. Wilson’s tears started falling, and she began to cry loudly.
“Mom, please stop crying. Let’s go home and talk about this,” Jack said, seeing the neighbors gathering around. Even though his plan had been exposed, he didn’t want it to become public knowledge.
But how could I miss the chance to tear off his hypocritical mask? I shouted sharply, “Jack, let your mom clarify. What does she mean by agreeing to abort the baby for us?
“When did our family ever ask Auntie to abort the baby? Oh, I see. Last time when you asked me to persuade your mom to abort, I scolded you. I thought your apologetic messages afterward meant you had changed, but I didn’t expect you to spread such lies behind my back.
“Your mom has the right to have a child if she wants to. How could you want to kill an innocent life just because you’re afraid of sharing the family inheritance? I can’t believe you’re so cold–blooded that you can’t even accept your own family. I’m so disappointed in you.” I threw back at him all the words they had used to criticize me from their moral high ground in my previous life.
As soon as I said this, the onlooking neighbors picked up on the key information.
Mrs. Wilson, at 50 years old, was pregnant, and her son didn’t want her to have the baby, even trying to pin the blame on his future in–laws.
It was such juicy gossip that they all started whispering among themselves.
My mom chimed in at the right moment: “Jack, I always thought you were a good kid. But you need to explain this clearly today. Our family
would never do such an unethical thing. If rumors spread that we forced someone to abort a baby, how could we ever f anyone again?”
“It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Let’s go home first, and I’ll explain everything to you,” Jack said anxiously, scratching his head and ears, just wanting to calm everyone down and take them home.
Mrs. Wilson, hearing my words, had stopped crying. She looked bewildered, glancing back and forth between us, seemingly unsure who to
believe.
“No, this needs to be cleared up in front of everyone,” my dad’s steady voice rang out, carrying an undeniable authority.
“Yes, if there’s a misunderstanding, it should be cleared up in front of everyone. Forcing someone to have an abortion is too cruel.”
“And at her age, if something goes wrong on the operating table, who would be responsible? It would be impossible to explain later.”
The neighbors, loving the drama, all chimed in.
I quietly watched Jack. If he dared to continue insisting that it was our family who demanded the abortion, I would slap him in the face with the recording.
Faced with this situation, Jack wasn’t stupid enough to continue lying. He immediately knelt down and apologized.
“I’m sorry, Uncle and Auntie. I lied,” he said.
The murmuring around us instantly quieted as everyone waited for what he would say next.
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Jack continued with a sincere expression: “My mom is older now, and the doctor said there are risks with the pregnancy, I was worried about her health, so I…”
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Worried about the risks of childbirth? As if having an abortion at her age isn’t dangerous? This reason was quite far–fetched.
But compared to worrying about sharing the family inheritance, this reason did sound a bit better.
“I shouldn’t have used you to lie. It was thoughtless of me. I was just afraid my mom would be too heartbroken and blame me.
“I hope you can forgive me. I’ll never do it again,” he said, bowing deeply to my parents in apology.
My dad said, “It’s good that things have been cleared up. We accept your apology. However, regarding your marriage to Lily, I think we need to reconsider it carefully.”
Then, without giving Jack a chance to speak, he turned and led us away.
