My Hidden Identity Is a Prophet

My name was Yvette, the fourth daughter after three sisters.

My grandmother pampered me, hoping I could invite a younger brother into the family.

Soon, we received good news—my mother was pregnant again, and the village doctor said it was a boy.

But my grandmother's attitude towards me changed. She said all the good food, drink, and fun things should be saved for the baby boy.

I ended up just like my three older sisters, who also failed to invite a younger brother.

I cursed, "What's the use of bringing younger brother? It's almost like summoning a ghost."