Revenge on My Scheming Sister Novel – Felicia Pruitt wasn’t really liked by her family. Everyone in the family focused on her younger sister, Mabel Pruitt. Felicia was going to have her second baby today, but the whole family was at Mabel’s cello concert. Felicia called her son, Ambrose Lucero.
She saw Ambrose’s little face on the screen, but he pouted and complained, “Mom, why are you calling me now? Auntie Mabel’s concert is about to start, and Dad said we couldn’t take calls during it!” “Ambi, is that your mom again?” Felicia’s mother-in-law, Yvonne Wade, popped into the screen, looking annoyed. “Felicia, it’s not that we didn’t want you to come to the concert, but your due date is next week. We’re doing this for your own good.” Felicia’s mom, Edwina Lambert, chimed in softly, “Licia, don’t be stubborn. Just stay home and rest.
Don’t always try to compete with Mabel for attention. We’ll head back to Caleford after the concert tonight.” Felicia felt a pang in her heart. Competing for attention? When had she ever done that? “Mom, I got bumped by someone outside the hospital just now, and I’m about to have the baby,” Felicia said, her voice shaking a bit from the pain. But no one on the other end let her finish. The call got cut off with a click. Felicia’s heart ached.
She wasn’t surprised by her mom’s attitude. After all, she was adopted by the Pruitt family. How could she compare to their precious darling? She used to be the favorite in the family, but that changed three years ago when she found out she was adopted. If Mabel hadn’t gotten lost as a kid, she wouldn’t have been adopted from the orphanage. Over these three years, people kept telling her that she had taken everything that belonged to Mabel.
Luckily, Mabel was adopted by some kind people; otherwise, she might have suffered a lot more. Since then, the whole family, including Felicia’s husband, had taken Mabel’s side. Even her beloved son, who she held dearer than anything, wouldn’t let her finish what she was saying. Was the concert really more important than her? The doctor in the delivery room, mask on and eyes cold, looked at Felicia. “Ms. Pruitt, when is your family getting here? If you want to switch from a natural birth to a C-section, both you and your family need to sign off on it.” Felicia’s face was pale.
She had no choice but to call her husband Seymour Lucero. “Hey, Sey, I’m about to have the baby. You and Ambi need to get back right away.” She talked for a bit, but it seemed like nobody on the other end was listening. Seymour frowned and said flatly, “Felicia? Why aren’t you saying anything?” “Dad, is that Mom?” Ambrose’s childish voice came through. But the next thing he said made Felicia’s heart drop. “Mom is so annoying.
We just talked on the phone a minute ago! “She and Auntie Mabel are both Grandma’s daughters. Why is Auntie Mabel so nice, but she’s so annoying? “It would be so much better if Auntie Mabel were my mom.” Felicia’s face, already pale, drained of what little color it had left when she heard Ambrose’s words.