Chapter 1

At the one-month baby celebration, my son-in-law held up the grandson my daughter had conceived only after six rounds of IVF and asked me to name him.

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

My son-in-law was stunned.

"Dad, today is Baby's one-month celebration. Picking something like this is bad luck, isn't it."

The livestream comments cursed me for being an idiot too.

Your daughter has blocked fallopian tubes, and your son-in-law drank who knows how many folk remedies before they finally had this child, and now you want to kill him?

You have no sons, only a daughter. If you really kill this child, you'll cut off your whole family line!

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

Maybe your son-in-law will be so happy he'll go through IVF again and give you a granddaughter, so you get one of each!

But I gave a cold laugh.

"Last night my ancestor came to me in a dream and said an alien bloodline has entered this house. This child is absolutely not of my family's blood!"

"He dares to pass off some bastard as my grandson—he deserves to die!"

With that, I snatched the weed killer off the table and violently poured it toward the child's mouth!

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"Dad! You've lost your mind! This is your own grandson!"

My son-in-law, Ryan, screamed in fright and threw himself over the child at once.

But I held up the bottle of weed killer, my face blank.

"I haven't lost my mind. An alien bloodline has entered this house. He's not my grandson, he's a bastard!"

"A bastard deserves to die!"

Holding what was left of the weed killer, I reached out to grab the child.

But Ryan shielded him and backed away several steps, glaring at me furiously.

"Dad! I know you don't like me! You think I'm poor and not good enough for your precious daughter."

"But I went through six rounds of IVF with Norma, tried countless folk remedies, and only barely managed to have Baby."

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

Ryan clenched his fists tight.

But I thought what he said made a lot of sense.

After all, what kind of decent man would use a bastard to muddy my Pruitt family's bloodline?

I nodded in agreement. "Fine!"

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

I grabbed the weed killer and violently poured it toward Ryan's mouth.

The relatives beside me were terrified by how crazy I looked and jumped up at once to stop me.

"Brendan, calm down!"

"Think how much Norma suffered to give birth to this child. How could he not be your own grandson?"

"We all know you don't like Norma, but she's been with your daughter—your daughter and Ryan have been together so long, they even had a child."

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

Even the comments were telling me not to go crazy.

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

Isn't IVF humiliating? He gritted his teeth and did it six times, all to carry on your family line, didn't he?

I'm begging you, stop making a scene. If you keep this up, you're going to destroy a perfectly good family!

Only I knew the truth.

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

Ryan had suffered a lot to have this child.

And I was grateful to him for supporting my daughter, with her blocked fallopian tubes, through IVF.

But my ancestor would never lie to me!

Last night in my dream he told me an alien bloodline had entered this house, and this child could never be of my Pruitt family's blood.

That bastard passing himself off as my grandson deserved to die!