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I was the heiress of one of Studiff's most powerful families. I paid for my husband Andrew's college education, then brought him into my family through marriage and handed him a life of wealth, only to raise an ungrateful snake in the grass. After I got pregnant, his so-called "adoptive little sister," Deborah, brazenly moved into my villa and strutted around the living room in my silk pajamas. The moment I frowned, her eyes turned red and she ducked behind Andrew. "Did I embarrass you, Laureen? I may be poor, but I never wanted you to look down on me." Andrew pulled her into his arms protectively, then pointed at me and snapped, "So what if you've got a little money? Deborah is the only family I have. What's wrong with her wearing something comfortable around the house? Unlike you, acting like a queen just because you're pregnant. Who are you even putting that sour face on for?" Then he let out a bitter sigh, his face full of righteous indignation. "Life is so unfair. If men could get pregnant, I'd give you ten kids without a second thought just to show you what real devotion looks like. I'd never use my belly as an excuse to bully anyone." Looking at that self-righteous expression on his face, I suddenly heard the system notification ring in my mind. [Wish Fulfillment System activated. Host, would you like to transfer the ability to become pregnant to this male?] I smiled faintly. Fine. I'd gladly make his little dream of being so "devoted" come true.