Chapter 3

Ethan hadn't expected me to be this reasonable, and the scolding words he was about to say died in his throat.

Even Sophia and Finley nearby were frozen in place.

Before anyone could react, I turned and ran out of the house, heading to a supermarket a few miles away.

When I returned with my arms full of bags, Finley's face was tightly scrunched up.

She checked the snacks in the plastic bags one by one, and spoke with a hint of disgust.

"Sister-in-law, I wanted super-spicy fire noodles. Why did you just buy the mildly spicy ones?"

"And this, I wanted mango cake, but you bought strawberry? Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?"

I completely ignored her complaints. When she was done whining, I pretended to slip and knocked over the bowl of scalding chicken soup beside my hand. Most of the boiling soup splashed onto my hand, which instantly swelled with red, blistering burns. I gritted my teeth against the intense pain, glaring at Finley.

But she was just startled. After dodging away, her face showed no sign of pain. The searing pain in my hand hadn't transferred to her at all.

Just as I was feeling disappointed, a wicked smile played on Finley's lips. "Sister-in-law, it seems you didn't take my words to heart at all, did you?"

She started complaining with feigned grievance. "Oh, it's all my fault. I only think about what I want to eat after getting this sick. I knew you disliked me so much, I shouldn't have bothered with treatment!"

As she said this, Finley began pounding her own chest frantically.

And a sharp, piercing pain immediately shot through my own chest.

She was doing this on purpose!

I suppressed the pain and could only put on a sincere, apologetic expression.

"Finley, I was just thinking of your health. I remember you became allergic to mangoes after falling ill, so I changed the flavor."

"Your health is the most important thing right now. If an allergy caused other complications, that would be terrible. Please, don't be reckless!"

Hearing me say this, Sophia also quickly urged her to stop before going too far.

She even complimented me on the side for being so thoughtful and considerate.

Finley wanted to whine to Ethan for help, but he was also afraid of her health taking a turn for the worse. So he went along with it and persuaded Finley to stop pushing it.

"Riley is just looking out for you. Be good, when you're feeling a bit better, I'll take you to eat whatever you want."

Seeing them being all lovey-dovey right in front of me, I endured the burning pain in my hand and ran to the bathroom to rinse it under cold water. A chill ran through my heart. As expected, this damn transfer was one-way!

And at this moment, my husband Ethan had already cooked the pack of fire noodles for Finley and was spoon-feeding her the strawberry cake, bite by bite.

Luckily, this time I had swapped everything out, and the vomiting reaction wasn't as severe as in my last life.

I also didn't go into anaphylactic shock from the mango cake.

This put my mind at ease, and I shed my exhaustion, returning to the bedroom to rest.

But lying in bed, I couldn't sleep at all.

As long as I didn't figure out what was going on, Finley could control me at any moment.

Just as I was thinking about how to break this deadlock, a violent, churning cramp in my stomach made me vomit violently.

There were even traces of blood and bile in the vomit.

I was hugging the toilet, throwing up until the world spun, carefully trying to recall if I had eaten anything I shouldn't have.

Right then, it hit me. I grabbed my phone and checked Finley's SnapChat story.

I found she'd dared to go out alone to a barbecue stall.

She even posted a video showing off.

"A sick girl's got cravings, so I had to sneak out for some good food by myself~"