The Alphas Flower

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"Ouch, has it been two months already? I wonder if shes dead or not."

"This Xiao family, they deserved it. Who do they think they are, daring to covet our scholar master, and even saying that Mr. Song likes her, wants to marry her. Ptui, shes dreaming!"

"Exactly, shes so shameless. She stripped and slept in his bed. Its not just a broken leg she deserves; she should be drowned in a pig cage. Shes corrupted the morals of our village."

"I think shes too embarrassed to show her face..."

The rustling voices from outside seeped into the small thatched house at the foot of Mount May.

"Cough, cough..."

On the worn and cold kang lay a woman, her leg wrapped in several layers of cloth, with two branches barely functioning as a splint to secure the joint.

Abby had been awake for a few minutes, and after sorting through the overwhelming information in her mind, she felt she couldnt go on living.

The gossip shed just heard was about her.

The original owner shared her name but had a different surname; she was called Joy Jiang, while the original was simply Abby Shen.

Abby was an old maid, not married and a subject of ridicule.

But Abby was also unattractive, with no one willing to marry her, so her mother forcibly married her off to her current husband, Thomas Xiao.

Thomas was a hunter, poor as a church mouse, and had a bad reputation. He had a thumb-length scar on his face, and his family had a history of murder, having followed a rebellious prince who was defeated and then exiled here by the emperor. They were pariahs!

His wife had died three years ago, leaving behind a crying infant, and no village girl would consider marrying him.

After marrying into the Xiao family, Abby, looking at their poverty, regretted it, started causing trouble, even secretly abusing the child, depriving him of food and clothes.

When Thomas returned from hunting, she would cause a scene, but it was always just her making a fuss. Thomas, a man of responsibility, never fought back.

A couple of months ago, Abby, blinded by greed, stripped naked to seduce the handsome scholar, Harold Song, from the neighboring village.

When her seduction failed, she was beaten and had her leg broken by Harolds orders, left in tattered clothes for all to mock. Shes been bedridden for over a month now.

In the end, it was Thomas, expressionless, who brought her back, paid for a doctor to treat her.

Abby, a talented medical doctor and a promising young scientist, adored by many, died for no apparent reason, only to find herself in the body of such a woman.

Did she fail to accumulate good karma in her past life as a doctor?

This was beyond belief.

"Mother..."

Suddenly, a small, cute voice without emotion called out.

Ethan Xiao squatted under the window, shivering in the cold wind, his lips turning blue. Could he move now that his mother was awake?

His father had gone hunting early in the morning, and after waking up, his mother stripped him of his clothes, making him stand by the window as punishment. He had waited for a long time, and finally, his mother had woken up.

She turned her head and saw a small figure squatting in the corner of the window, the door bolted.

This must be Thomass son.

She was the epitome of beauty, strength, and misery, and now, she was a stepmother!

Abby... Abbys gaze fell on the thin clothes of the little one, and she was stunned. She croaked to the child, her voice hoarse from disuse.

Suppressing her cough, Abby said, "Why are you there..."

Little Ethan shrank back timidly, his eyes wide with fear, his lips trembling as he pleaded, "Mother, Ethan has been good, hasnt moved. Mother, dont hit Ethan, please?"

Ethan blinked his watery, pitiful eyes, his thin hands covering his mouth, edging further into the corner.

Abby was taken aback by his words and after a moment, remembered from her memories that the original owner despised the Xiao familys poverty and especially this pretty stepson. When Thomas was away, she would beat and scold him.

Well, she was a wicked stepmother indeed.

"Come here, I wont hit you," Abby sighed, her heart softening.

The little one was tiny, covered in dust, looking about three or four years old, with mud on his face, and was very thin, his clothes hanging loosely, not fitting properly.

Those black grape-like eyes were bright, indicating he was a handsome child.

She had no idea where she was, it was freezing, the kang was cold, and even wrapped in the quilt, Abby was shivering, let alone the child dressed so meagerly.

Abbys heart ached at the pitiful sight of the little one. She lifted the quilt and sat up, her gaze suddenly stopping鈥攚as this fat leg hers?

She then looked at her arms, thick and bloated, chubby hands like carrots, and when she pinched her stomach, it was all solid fat!

From to her thick arms, her round and broad body, and the clothes that looked like they hadnt been changed in days.

She was in shock...

Fireworks exploded in her head, going off with a bang, harder to accept than the fact that she

She was weighing over two hundred pounds!