The Real Daughter Returns With Ten Embryo Kids

Chapter 2: Her Ugly Outburst

Two hours isn’t long, but that day, everyone waited like it was forever.

When the test report came out, the doctor handed it to us personally. He looked at all of us, paused for a second, then said, “Ten kids. All matches.”

The room went completely quiet, like someone hit the pause button.

My mom’s face lit up with joy. She squatted down and hugged the little girl closest to her. “All mine… all mine? I have so many lovely kids, that’s wonderful!”

My dad stood there, not saying a word for a long time. One of the little boys pulled his hand and asked, “Dad, sister said we’d get candy here. Can we come in now?”

My dad smiled. “Come in quickly. Dad prepared lots of candy for you all.”

Just then, a voice cut in. Lin Hao stepped in front of us and said coldly, “No one can come in.”

“Mom, Dad, if this gets out, where will I put my face? You’re already 60 years old! When they’re 20, you’ll be 80—who will take care of them then? This isn’t one kid, it’s ten! What if you get tired out?”

I looked at him and suddenly laughed. Before he could react, I added, “You’re not worried about Mom and Dad being tired.”

I stared at him, word by word: “You’re worried they’ll live too long. After all, the more people there are, the less property you’ll get.”

His eyes widened in shock. The air turned dead silent. My dad stared at him sharply. My brother’s face turned ugly: “What nonsense are you talking about?”

My mom hugged two kids tightly to her chest, like she was afraid someone would take them away. My dad said nothing, just nodded and said, “Everyone come in.”

The door opened wide. The ten kids walked in one by one. I stood at the end.

Lin Zhixia stood beside me, her face completely pale. She stared at the kids, her eyes like she wanted to tear them apart.

When I was about to go in, she suddenly laughed—a soft, weird laugh. “Do you think this is over?”

I didn’t look back.

After the ten kids walked in, the Lin family’s living room finally felt alive. Before, this house was so quiet—even the servants walked softly, afraid to make a sound when putting down a teacup.

But now it was different. The youngest kids stumbled along the sofa, the older ones gathered by the window to watch the rain, and two leaned over the fish tank, whispering as they counted the fish inside.

They were already very good—no one messed with things, no one screamed loudly. But Lin Zhixia couldn’t stand it.

She stood at the stairs, her ugly expression still on her face, staring at the kids. Suddenly, she screamed, her voice sharp and piercing: “Ah!!! So annoying!!! Can’t you make them be quiet?”

My mom was squatting on the floor, comforting the youngest kid Beibei. When she heard that, she looked up unconsciously—and Lin Zhixia’s next move made everyone freeze.