You, Me And Our Genius Twins Chapter 102


    Chapter 102 Insanely Jealous


    Simrly, Harriet wasn’t sure what had ovee her that day. She couldn’t even bring herself to kill a


    man, much less her own sister, but she distinctly recalled how downtrodden and hopeless she had felt


    after she found out she was irreversibly barren that day.


    The more elite the family was, the more their daughter-inw was expected to produce heirs to the


    family name. If she was medically certified as a barren woman, she would end up miserable no matter


    which family she married into. She would even be made theughing stock of the upper echelons of


    society, and her sterility would be the butt of everyone’s joke.


    She had been in a foul mood throughout the few days leading up to the murder, but she kept her


    resentment to herself. She dared not bring up the matter of her sterility to her parents as well, fearing


    that they would deem her unworthy of marrying rich and refuse to help her make connections with the


    eligible scions in their society.


    If that happened, her life would be over.


    On the same day, she went to another hospital for a second opinion, only to learn that she was


    congenitally barren. In other words, no treatment could reverse this fact no matter how much the field


    of medicine had advanced.


    Harriet cried and left the hospital in despair. She wasn’t sure how she had ended up at her sister’s


    ce afterward, but when she passed through the living room, she remembered stopping in front of the


    family picture that hung on the wall.


    The family picture depicted her sister and brother-inw sitting side by side with three happy children in


    their arms.


    Harriet felt insanely jealous then. She had been in love with her brother-inw for a very long time, but


    she kept it to herself and told no one about it since he was married to her sister.


    Her sister not only married the man Harriet loved but also gave birth to three sons with a fourth one on


    the way, which added insult to Harriet’s injury. Her husband doted on her and worshiped the ground


    she walked on; he cared for her and he would get the moon for her if she asked for it.


    Harriet couldn’t understand why she and her sister, despite being biologically rted, had such


    different fates.


    Where her sister had married the man she loved and given birth to three sons with a daughter along


    the way, Harriet enjoyed no such happiness. She watched the man she loved marry her sister, and she


    was medically dered a barren woman. As such, she couldn’t ever have her own children.


    At that moment, she stared at the family picture in the living room as poison filled her heart. The more


    she looked at her sister’s smiling face in the picture, the more she found it irritating; Harriet badly


    wanted to rip off her sister’s face in the picture and rece it with her own. She remembered thinking


    how perfect her life would be if she had the same things as her sister had.


    She wasn’t greedy. She wouldn’t ask for three sons and a daughter, but for the ability to produce an


    heir. s, she couldn’t even do so since she was irreversibly barren.


    Resigned to her fate, she moved on from the living room dejectedly and went up the stairs to where her


    sister’s room was.


    She pushed the door open wearily like she was dreading something, but that was when she saw her


    sister lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood.


    At the sight of Harriet, her sister lit up in relief and sobbed, “Quick, Harriet! Call the ambnce. I’m


    bleeding…”


    Upon seeing her sister’s tear-stained face, Harriet suddenly thought of the family picture in the living


    room.


    She had wanted to rip her sister’s face off the family picture and rece it with her own.


    At that moment, a blind fury descended upon her. It was uncontrobly wild, and it ate away at her


    reasoning mind. If my sister dies, I can be the one in that family picture! If she dies, I’ll marry my


    brother-inw and have her three kids. I won’t ever need to have children of my own, so no one will


    know that I am barren!


    It was as if she was possessed by the devil. She didn’t register the fact that she had turned to close


    and lock the door, nor did she register her own actions as she pinned her sister down and pped a


    hand over her nose and mouth.


    All she knew was that when she came back to her senses, her sister was already dead and staring up


    at her with wide, hollow eyes. Harriet could practically see the haunt of a grudge in her sister’s lifeless


    gaze.


    She scrambled away from the body in horror, but as things were, it was toote.


    She started contemting on the ways she could cover this up. For one, she could pretend that she


    had only juste into the house and stumbled upon her sister’s dead body.


    That could work; she hade to the house during lunchtime when the yard and the living room were


    empty, so no one could have seen her. She felt safe and fortunate in this belief, but little did she know


    that by some twist of fate, someone had seen her—a maid who went by the name Cindy Macintosh.


    Cindy had gone up to her and ckmailed her. Out of fear, Harriet bought the maid’s silence with a


    large sum of money. After that, she married her brother-inw as she wished and adopted her three


    nephews as her own sons. She told the outside world that she wouldn’t dream of having children of her


    own, not while she still had her sisters’ children to take care of.


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    Countless people praised her for her selflessness, and even her parents pointed out how sentimental


    she was. Nheless, they told her that she ought to reconsider having children of her own out of this


    union.


    She had gotten all that she ever wanted—a husband whom she had loved in secret for years, three


    sons, and a solid reputation.


    However, she spent her days in paranoia, terrified that Cindy would show up out of the blue and tell


    everyone her secret. Her reputation would be ruined if that ever happened, and she would lose


    everything.


    Cindy knew her secret, and that secret loomed over her like the tip of a de, waiting for the right time


    to stab through her.


    There were plenty of times when she considered killing Cindy. The secret would die with her then, and


    Harriet wouldn’t need to worry about anyone else finding out the truth. However, killing someone


    without a trace was not as easy as it sounded. She couldn’t bring herself tomit murder, and she


    didn’t think she could get away with it for long before the police started cracking down on her.


    As such, she spent all these years coping with the paranoia.


    There were many nights where she regretted what she had done. She couldn’t count the number of


    times where she thought about what could’ve happened had she not murdered her sister in cold blood.


    Pregnancy was a dangerous thing in itself, and her sister had been advanced at the time to carry a


    fourth child. She had slipped, fallen, and bled herself halfway to death when Harriet came upon her in


    the bedroom. In hindsight, she would have died even if Harriet hadn’t done anything.


    It went without saying that a natural death on her sister’s part was less horrifying than a murder on


    Harriet’s.


    Perhaps she would have died anyway, and murdering her was unnecessary. That made Harriet realize


    just how stupid she had been to crown herself as a murderer. Whenever this came to mind, she would


    be filled with regret and a sense of helplessness.


    Presently, she thought about the day she walked into the room and saw her sister lying in a pool of


    blood. She cried out hysterically, “It’s true! I’m telling the truth! She was already bleeding profusely


    when I came into the room. There was so much blood; even if I didn’t kill her, she would have died


    anyway! I’m not a murderer. She slipped and fell to her own death. I swear I’m telling the truth! All of it!”


    “Shut up!” Morgan snapped as he lifted his leg and kicked Harriet aggressively. “If you hadn’t killed my


    mom, she wouldn’t have died! You killed your own sister! You’re heartless, and you’re worse than


    vermin!”


    “No, that’s not true!” Harriet sobbed as she crawled over to Robert. She could feel shards of the broken


    teacup stabbing into her thighs as blood dripped all over the floor, but she couldn’t care less as she


    clung to Robert’s leg and pleaded, “Rob, you have to believe me. She would have died even if I didn’t


    kill her. That was her fate, just as it is mine to marry you! Rob, you know I love you, right? I’ve done


    nothing but devote myself to you all these years. I poured my heart out to you, and everything I’ve done


    is for you. I could do the whole world wrong, but I would never hurt you. Please, Rob, save me. Save


    me!”