Selma Payne's POV:
"All of you are distinguished figures; perhaps you've never seen me with such dark thoughts. However, I'm not afraid of everyone sneering at me. To me, the ball of flesh in my stomach is not my child at all. It is a parasite, a demon, a countdown to my life. I knew that I would die the moment he was born. Who would love a child who was destined to bring death to herself? Besides, this isn't the fruit of my love for anyone. It's just a b*stard forced into my stomach through schemes and intrigues.
"I'd tried many methods, such as going on a hunger strike, pretending to be crazy, and banging my stomach against the wall, but I'm as weak as a kitten in front of those people. They started injecting me with nutrient fluids, tied me to the bed with a tie, moved all the furniture, installed soft sponges on the wall, and sent people to watch my every move 24 hours a day. They even asked someone to watch me shower and use the toilet!"
