The XYY Gene Chapter 8

The fifty-three thousand was paid, but one crisis followed another.

Less than a month into school, Tyler formed a gang and bullied a classmate, beating a small boy in his dorm into the ICU.

The boy was already weak physically. After being beaten by a group of hot-blooded teenagers, he was found half-dead.

Tyler and his followers thought they were just teaching him a lesson. After kicking him twice and seeing no movement, they finally realized the seriousness.

These days, Marcus was overwhelmed running between the school, hospital, and police station. Enormous compensation and medical bills completely drained what was left after selling the house, leaving them in debt.

To repay the money, the couple worked desperately.

Marcus worked in a factory, and several times due to distraction, nearly had his fingers crushed by machinery.

Sarah, having focused on getting pregnant with a boy and caring for Tyler, had completely lost touch with society. Unable to find reliable work, she could only stay home watching Tyler to keep him from causing trouble.

But how could an XYY child be so obedient? He insisted on going out to see his little girlfriend.

Sarah's face turned ashen with anger. The recent pressure had driven her to distraction, and she started speaking recklessly:

"Why don't you just die?"

"Why did I give birth to you, you devil?"

"You're killing us!"

She might have only been speaking carelessly, but Tyler took it seriously.

Sarah kept nagging, completely missing how his expression grew darker and darker.

Until her own biological son pushed her from the third floor.

Good news: she didn't die.

Bad news: she became a half-dead vegetable.

Now Sarah's medical bills became another mountain pressing heavily on Marcus's shoulders.

I suddenly remembered my previous life when she blamed me for why Tyler couldn't be born, gossiping behind my back to my brother:

"Even if I really gave birth to a child with XYY syndrome, he'd be my biological son. I'd be a good mother, tolerating and guiding him."

"I'm his mother. Could he really kill me?"

"But because of his aunt, before he was even born, he died in the womb, never getting to see this world."

That day, Marcus stormed into my practice, ignoring patients' strange looks, accusing and cursing me, beating me with fists and feet.

But when this responsibility truly fell on her shoulders, she discovered the weight was unbearable.

In my previous life, Sarah had fired a bullet—now in this life, it hit her right between the eyes.