Part 2Dolly

Lisa's face darkened instantly, and she got angry.

"Mom, what do you mean? Do you think I'm crazy?"

Mom didn't answer, just silently wiped away tears.

Lisa turned to me. "Sis, do you think so too?"

Before I could speak, she put the meatball back in the box and sat back down with a cold face.

"I know you don't believe me, but I paid a lot of money for this method!"

Lisa told us this was a secret folk ritual.

You just need to cut a piece of flesh from your stomach and feed it with fresh blood. The meatball will gradually grow into the shape of a child, looking exactly like you.

"You know how much I've suffered trying to get pregnant all these years. Now that I finally have a child, I'll accept her even if she's a monster!"

As Lisa spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing this, the meatball actually pushed open the lid and jumped out, excitedly trying to wipe Lisa's tears while constantly calling out "Mom."

Mom and I watched this scene, completely dumbfounded.

We swallowed our words. Mom sighed, pulled me aside, and ultimately didn't stop her.

As her sister, I couldn't intervene either, so I let her be.

But after dinner, Lisa stopped me alone.

"Sis, my husband Mark is coming back tonight. I'm afraid he won't accept this child right away. Can you help me take care of her for a while?"

Mark was a traditional man. Years of infertility had cooled their relationship.

Since Lisa didn't work and had no financial control, she was always cautious around Mark.

Seeing my hesitation, she quickly held up a finger.

"I calculated it. In just one more week, this child will grow into a normal baby. I'll take her back then!"

"Sis, for the sake of my family, please help me!"