Chaos erupted instantly in the delivery room. The wife's agonizing screams, her parents-in-law's angry and resentful accusations, and the villagers' whispered gossip all flooded the cowardly husband's mind. He lowered his head further, closed his eyes tightly, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Finally, the village's old veterinarian bravely stepped forward to help with the delivery, and the wife narrowly escaped death. However, the child died before birth due to lack of oxygen.

When the old veterinarian carried out the body of the baby girl, whose face was purple and whose body was stiff, the delivery room fell into a deathly silence.

The first to react were the wife's parents. The father-in-law was so angry that his face turned pale. He shoved the baby girl's body aside, rushed to his husband who was squatting in the corner smoking silently, grabbed his collar, and slapped him twice.

"Useless thing! Can't even give birth to a son, making my daughter suffer for nothing!"

He slapped the man so hard that his cheeks quickly swelled up, and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

The father-in-law was still not satisfied. After slapping him, he raised his foot as if to kick him.

Upon seeing this, the mother-in-law, who had been sobbing with a tissue in her hand, suddenly stood up and rushed forward.

The villagers watched this dramatic scene unfold, guessing that the mother-in-law would scold him as she had done the previous two days. But to their surprise, the mother-in-law pulled her father-in-law away and stood in front of him like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Hey, you surnamed Hu, that's enough! It's your daughter who can't give birth to a son, so stop blaming others!"

The father-in-law was taken aback when he saw this, then seemed to realize something, his gaze instantly turned sinister, and his eyes kept darting between the two of them.

"Oh—I knew it! How could a petty woman like you be so eager to send money to other people's homes? This useless thing is probably your little bastard with that other man, isn't it? You shameless woman!"

The mother-in-law spat on the ground, glaring at him with eyes blazing with fury. "Pah! What kind of good person do you think you are?" She pointed at the woman who was fast asleep, exhausted, and sneered. "Isn't she also your bastard child with that little bitch? You killed my own daughter, and while I was sick, you slept with that little bitch in the same bed. If I hadn't kept a tight grip on all the money, you probably would have killed me long ago—thank goodness, that little bitch deserved to be hit by a car, and her daughter deserved to fall into my hands! You think your daughter really can't have children? Heh, let me tell you the truth, that's all a lie! Your daughter has no problem! As long as I don't let her get pregnant, she'll never have a child in her life!" By the end, her voice had become extremely sharp and high-pitched, like a madwoman cursing and laughing.

"You—you—" The father-in-law's face turned pale and then red, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the two of them. Suddenly, he clutched his chest and coughed violently.

His mother-in-law glanced at him coldly, then turned to look at the man behind her. The crazed look on her face vanished abruptly, replaced by a sorrowful, loving mother's expression.

"My son, my son, you have suffered all these years. Don't worry, I will always save what is rightfully yours for you, and I will not let anyone else take a single penny!"

The man turned his head away from her outstretched hand, his wandering gaze finally focusing. He looked at his wife, then at the old woman in front of him who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"So...you gave birth to me and then abandoned me at the orphanage?"

The old woman's face stiffened slightly, her lips trembled, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I...Mom really had no choice back then! I was only fifteen, and that beast of a father wouldn't take responsibility, so I could only...I could only..."