My Wicked Mother-in-law

There were crushed razor blades mixed into my daughter's fried rice.

She was fighting for her life in the operating room, and the instigator—my mother-in-law—casually told me, "Forget it. She was just a worthless little girl. If she dies, she dies. You and Jason are still young. The important thing is to give the Gates family a grandson."

That was when I realized my mother-in-law wasn't just foolish, but also wicked.