Chapter 8
Mrs. Quinn’s expression changed instantly.
Mr. Quinn and Tom seized the moment to recount my years of devotion to Tom.
“My dear, I was wrong earlier. I didn’t realize how deeply you cared for Tom. I misjudged you.”
She then took Robert into her arms, doting on him like any grandmother would.
Living in the military compound, I soon reached my due date.
This time, with the Quinn family’s support, I was admitted to the base hospital early to prepare for the birth.
Despite carrying triplets, with my naturally fertile body, the delivery went smoothly.
The Quinn family was deeply moved.
had two boys and a girl this time. Commander Quinn and Tom were particularly fond of my little daughter.
This family valued daughters as much as, if not more than, sons.
During my postpartum recovery, I was given all sorts of nutritional supplements.
Tom kept his promise to make it up to me.
With the Quinns‘ support, my sister began studying accounting. She was smart; she just never had the opportunity before.
My sister came to visit me with her two girls, bringing good news.
“Mark and his father are being prosecuted for their long–term oppression of the villagers. They’re likely to be sentenced. My divorce has been approved too. But there’s something strange – Mark keeps rambling about remembering his past life, saying I could bear five sons and that you were his wife. He seems to have lost his mind.”
I felt satisfied with Mark’s just comeuppance.
As for my sister, she had such a good life in her past life, but this time she was hurt by Mark.
I was thinking about finding her a good man.
My sister waved it off nonchalantly.
“Life is better now. Did you know? The village has implemented the household responsibility system. Our family isn’t as poor as before. I can live well with my two girls.”
“Both of my daughters are my precious treasures. I will definitely treat them well. They are
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gifts given to me by heaven.”
I was happy for my sister’s awakening.
We both grew up in families that favored sons. We should understand the challenges women face and make up for what we missed with the next generation.
When the triplets turned one, Tom held a proper wedding ceremony for us.
I waited at home with our four children and the nanny. My sister’s Victoria led Robert and Grace to block the door, asking for candy as per tradition.
Tom came to pick me up in a car. Our family was better off now, even setting up a small banquet in the yard.
This time, Tom got drunk from the villagers‘ toasts, all saying he had married the most fortune bringing woman in our village and should drink well.
My sister suddenly whispered in my ear: “Sister, have you noticed Ben McGuire in the outer room? He used to be from the poorest family in our village. I heard he started his own business and got out of poverty. He sent a matchmaker to me, saying he likes me. Do you think I’m good enough for him, being divorced with two daughters?”
I looked out and saw my brother–in–law from my past life gazing at my sister with the same look in his eyes as before.
I nodded to my sister: “I think it’s a good match.”
Later, Tom and I settled in the city. He became a university professor, and we traveled during summer and winter breaks.
We didn’t have to worry about our children; they all got into good colleges.
My sister sent me a postcard from abroad. She and her husband had taken Victoria and Grace with them as their business grew, and they had long since moved to Europe.
The postcard showed a family photo of six. My sister had two more sons later, and the whole family looked happy and harmonious.
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