Chapter 1

At the one-month baby celebration, my daughter-in-law held the precious grandson she'd conceived after six rounds of IVF and asked me to name him.

Instead, I pulled out a bottle of weed-killer poison and a rope, and told her to pick one.

My daughter-in-law was shocked.

"Mom, today is Bobby's one-month celebration. Picking something like this is bad luck."

The online comments were cursing me as brain-dead too.

Your son has a low sperm count, and your daughter-in-law went through who knows how much suffering to have this child, and now you want to kill him?

Your family has been the only son for three generations. If you really kill this child, you'll wipe out the entire family line!

Stop making a scene and hurry up and bring out the solid-gold baby bracelet you prepared for your grandson.

Maybe if your daughter-in-law is happy enough, she'll do IVF again and give you a granddaughter, so you'll have one of each!

I just gave a cold laugh.

"Last night an ancestor visited me in a dream, saying an outside bloodline had gotten in, and this child is absolutely not of our family's blood!"

"How dare she pass off a bastard as my grandson. He deserves to die!"

With that, I snatched up the weed-killer poison from the table and shoved it toward the child's mouth!

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"Mom! Have you lost your mind! This is your own grandson!"

My daughter-in-law, Brooklyn, screamed in fright and threw herself over the child to shield him.

I only held up the bottle of weed-killer poison, my face blank.

"I'm not crazy. An outside bloodline got in. He's not my grandson, he's a bastard!"

"A bastard deserves to die!"

Clutching the last of the poison, I reached out to grab the child.

But Brooklyn shielded him and backed away several steps, tears pouring down her face as she cried out to me.

"Mom! I know you don't like me! You think I'm too skinny, no good for bearing children."

"But your son is the one with the low sperm count!"

"On top of that, I went through six rounds of IVF before I finally gave birth to Bobby."

"If you want to touch him, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

Tears hung at the corners of Brooklyn's eyes.

But I thought she made a very good point.

After all, what kind of decent woman would use a bastard to muddy the Whitney family bloodline?

I nodded in agreement. "Fine!"

"Then I'll send you down to hell first, and after that I'll send this bastard down to keep you company!"

I grabbed the weed-killer poison and shoved it toward Brooklyn's mouth.

The relatives nearby, terrified by how deranged I looked, immediately jumped up to stop me.

"Wanda, calm down!"

"How much did Brooklyn suffer to give birth to this child? How could he not be your own grandson?"

"We all know you don't like Brooklyn, but she's been with your son for so long, and now she's even had his child."

"For the child's sake, stop making a scene!"

Even the online comments were telling me to stop losing it.

Brooklyn loves your son so much, how could this child not be your family's blood?

Do you know how much suffering IVF is? She gritted her teeth and did it six times, all to carry on your family line!

Please, stop making a scene. If you keep this up, you'll destroy a perfectly good family!

Only I knew the truth in my heart.

I wasn't destroying this family, I was saving it!

Brooklyn had suffered a lot to give birth.

And I was very grateful she'd been willing to do IVF for my son with his low sperm count.

But the ancestor would never lie to me!

He told me in my dream last night that an outside bloodline had gotten in, and this child could never be of the Whitney family's blood.

The bastard impersonating my grandson deserved to die!