The XYY Gene Chapter 9

Six months later, my practice's operations got on track, finally ending the period of losses.

During this time, in Sarah's third month lying in bed, Tyler brought home a girl with a big belly.

Her parents came to the door, saying their daughter, whom they'd worked so hard to raise, hadn't even started working to earn money before Tyler got her pregnant.

They demanded a hundred-thousand-dollar bride price.

Looking at Tyler's proud face, I marveled.

My brother couldn't produce bride price money. Just Sarah's high medical bills from lying in bed, plus years of compensation to various victims' families—they still owed it all.

"I can't take this anymore!"

Marcus looked at Sarah in the hospital bed, his teeth itching with hatred. "Can't die completely, can't live properly."

Tyler said casually, "Why don't we just smother Mom? Otherwise, we father and son will owe debts forever."

"Then when we have money, you can marry someone prettier and younger, right?"

"Dad, I see Auntie's practice is doing well lately. Why don't we get money from her?"

"Right." Marcus had an epiphany, then frowned again. "But your aunt's a miser who won't give a penny. Even if she has money, she won't tell us."

Tyler's childish face showed malice beyond his years. "Auntie's not married. Call her here, and just push her down too. Once she's dead, all her money will be ours, right?"

My whole body broke out in goosebumps, chilled to the bone.

After all, they were my own brother and nephew.

They could be vicious enough to want me dead!

Last time watching Sarah in the hospital bed, I'd seen obvious calculation in their eyes.

So I'd been careful, spending good money on a high-quality pinhole camera with clear audio and video, placing it in the hospital room.

I'd thought at most they'd verbally abuse and complain, but they could actually be heartless enough to kill his own mother, his own wife!

I looked at Sarah in the bed.

In my previous life, she'd killed me. Now her state was well-deserved.

But she shouldn't exit so quietly.

Since they already intended to kill me, I shouldn't sit idly by any longer.