Rebirth: The Transfer of My Aunt's Sins

"I won't be a weakling after being reborn!"

My aunt, Kate, who was of advanced age, got pregnant. It was discovered that the child had an atrial septal defect.

I performed surgery for a whole day and night to ensure the safety of her and her daughter. Meanwhile, I advised her to be at ease.

Unexpectedly, the child was diagnosed with cerebral palsy after birth.

To have a son, Kate's husband, John, cheated on Kate.

Kate blamed all the mistakes on me. She even threatened to kill me with a knife and would commit suicide then.

When I opened my eyes again, she asked for my advice anxiously while holding her belly.

I smiled and said, "Your child is, of course, up to your decision."

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"Natalya, how is my baby in my belly? Say something.”

Kate, Kate pushed my arm.

I didn't say anything, smiling at her in front of me.

"Yes, I live another life, and I haven't died under Kate's knife."

I looked at her bulging belly. The baby was six months old.

She asked impatiently, "You said my child had a heart disease... What disease is it? Can it be kept?"

She clicked her tongue, looking a little impatient.

The report in my hands stated that the fetal heart had a ventricular septal defect, which required no major surgery.

The child could be saved.

In my previous life, I couldn't bear to see Kate, who was thirty-five years old, become sad and upset after getting pregnant. Then I did my best to save both her and her daughter.

But when Kate saw that it was a girl, she didn't show any good expression.

After the child was born for less than a month, she wrapped it in a blanket and threw it at the entrance of the hospital, asking me to take responsibility.

After I performed the surgery on this child, she had cerebral palsy.

I almost lost my job. She ruined my chances of promotion.

She kept boasting at home that I had a naturally unlucky constitution, and my hands were dirty and smelly. She said that I not only killed my father but also caused her child to have cerebral palsy.

My relatives didn't like me. Even my mother, who was the only one close to me, was unwilling to help me seek justice.

Later, seeing that I didn't want to take responsibility, she was so angry. She took a knife and wanted to die with me.