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Mother Hears Daughter-in-Law under Anesthesia Reveal: ‘He’s Not Your Grandson’ — Story of the Day

Yevhenii Boichenko
Jun 26, 2024
06:50 A.M.

Rebecca was content with her life as she drove her daughter-in-law Lucy home from the dentist. But a shocking revelation during Lucy's anesthesia-induced chatter left Rebecca questioning everything. Torn between truth and family peace, Rebecca faced a dilemma that could change their lives forever.

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Rebecca navigated the familiar roads of her neighborhood, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the suburban landscape. As she drove, her phone was securely mounted on the dashboard, allowing her to talk hands-free.

“Yes, Carl, I haven’t forgotten. I’m just arriving at the dentist,” Rebecca said, glancing at the clock on her dashboard. She could hear the concern in her son's voice on the other end of the line.

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“Mom, be careful with her. The doctor said the anesthesia would last a few more hours,” Carl cautioned, his tone serious.

“Carl, it's just a simple procedure, stop worrying so much. Your wife is just going to talk funny, do you want me to record a video of Lucy in this state?” Rebecca chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

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“Mom! Let me know when you’re close to home,” Carl insisted.

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“Alright. Take care of the baby!” Rebecca replied, ending the call with a smile.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Life seemed to be going perfectly.

Her son had found a loving wife, and they had a beautiful baby boy, Bobby. Rebecca already had a grandson, and the mere thought of it filled her with joy.

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Rebecca parked her car in front of the dental clinic, a small, clean building with large windows.

She entered the clinic, greeted by the cool air and the faint smell of antiseptic. The receptionist, a young woman with a friendly smile, looked up as Rebecca approached.

“Good afternoon. I’m here to pick up Lucy,” Rebecca said.

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“Of course. Please have a seat. We’ll bring her out in a few minutes,” the receptionist replied, gesturing to a row of chairs against the wall.

Rebecca sat down and glanced around the waiting area, noting the soft background music and the neat stack of magazines on a table nearby.

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A few minutes later, the door to the doctor’s office opened, and the receptionist emerged, gently guiding Lucy by the arm. Lucy looked amusingly disoriented, her eyes half-closed and a goofy smile on her face.

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“Here she is, Mrs. Harris. She’s still a bit groggy from the anesthesia. Wisdom tooth removal is always a bit messy, she can say funny stuff for an hour, but she’ll be fine” the receptionist said, smiling.

Rebecca stood up and took Lucy’s other arm, supporting her as they walked to the car. Lucy’s steps were unsteady, and she giggled softly to herself. She looked like a child who had just woken up from a deep nap, innocent and carefree.

“Thank you,” Rebecca said to the receptionist, who nodded and returned to her desk.

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Rebecca helped Lucy to the car, guiding her gently as she wobbled a bit on her feet.

She carefully seated Lucy in the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable before fastening her seatbelt securely.

Once she was satisfied that Lucy was safe, Rebecca walked around to the driver's side, slid into the seat, and started the engine.

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As they drove, Lucy began to chatter, her words a jumbled mix of thoughts and observations. “That tree looks like a giant broccoli,” she giggled, pointing out the window. Rebecca smiled, amused by Lucy’s childlike wonder.

They drove past a park where a group of kids were playing soccer. Lucy's eyes widened as she spotted a handsome man jogging on the sidewalk.

“Stop the car! Look at him! He’s so cute!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

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Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head. “Lucy, I can’t stop next to that man.”

“Why not!?” Lucy demanded, her tone turning pouty.

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“Because your husband, Carl, is waiting for you at home, remember?” Rebecca reminded her gently, trying to bring her back to reality.

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“Oh, Carl. Right. Now I remember. Why isn’t he here?” Lucy asked, her confusion evident.

“He stayed home with Bobby, my grandson and your son,” Rebecca explained, keeping her eyes on the road.

Lucy turned to look at Rebecca, her expression suddenly serious. “He’s not your grandson.”

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At that moment, Rebecca felt her heart skip a beat. The words hung in the air, heavy and unsettling.

She glanced over at Lucy, trying to understand what she meant. Was it the anesthesia talking, or was there a deeper truth hidden in her words?

“Lucy, what are you saying? I’m Carl’s mother, so Bobby is my grandson,” Rebecca said, her voice calm but with an edge of anxiety.

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“Carl is not the father...” Lucy blurted out, her words instinctive and raw,

Rebecca fell silent, her mind racing. This revelation was like a bolt from the blue. She didn’t know what to think.

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Could Lucy be telling the truth, or was this just the medication talking nonsense? She wanted to ask more, to understand, but she found herself at a loss for words.

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As they approached Carl’s house, Rebecca saw him standing on the porch, waving at them with a smile.

She pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, still grappling with what she had just heard.

What should she do with this information? Should she confront Lucy when she was more coherent, or should she talk to Carl? Her mind swirled with questions and doubts.

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Carl gently supported Lucy as they walked into the house. She leaned heavily on him, her steps still unsteady from the anesthesia.

Rebecca followed closely behind, her mind spinning with the weight of what Lucy had said in the car. Carl helped Lucy to the couch, where she immediately lay down, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Thanks for your help, Mom,” Carl said, turning to Rebecca. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? You look as pale as if you’d seen a ghost.”

Rebecca forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside her. “Nothing, son. I just felt a little unwell at the clinic. You know I don’t like dentists.”

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Carl frowned, concern etched on his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Rebecca nodded, though she didn’t understand why she was lying to him. Maybe it was because she was scared of hurting him or perhaps because she knew that the truth could tear their family apart. “I’ll be fine, Carl. I just need a little rest.”

Carl sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Mom, I feel awkward asking for your help again, but could you please watch Bobby and Lucy? I urgently need to go to the office. I’ll be back in an hour.”

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“Of course. No problem at all. It’s not a bother,” Rebecca replied, trying to sound cheerful.

With Carl gone, Rebecca was left alone with Lucy and Bobby. Lucy was already asleep on the couch, her breathing deep and even. Rebecca turned her attention to Bobby, who was playing with his toys on the floor.

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When he saw Rebecca, he extended his hands forward, smiling innocently. This gesture always melted Rebecca’s heart, but now, knowing what Lucy had said, it filled her with fear and doubt.

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She hesitated for a moment, then picked up Bobby. His small arms wrapped around her neck, and he giggled.

If what Lucy had said was true, then the child in her arms was not her grandson. He was another man’s child. The thought that Lucy had betrayed her son was almost too much to bear.

Rebecca carried Bobby to his room, trying to keep her emotions in check. She gently laid him in his crib, covering him with a soft blanket.

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Bobby looked up at her with wide, trusting eyes, and Rebecca felt tears prickling at the corners of her own eyes. How could something so innocent and pure be the cause of such turmoil?

“Sleep tight, little one,” she whispered, brushing a soft kiss on his forehead. She watched him for a few moments, making sure he was settled before stepping out of the room.

Rebecca quietly descended the stairs. The house was calm, the only sound being the soft ticking of a clock in the hallway.

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When she entered the living room, she saw Lucy stirring on the couch, slowly waking up from her anesthesia-induced nap.

Lucy blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on Rebecca. “Hello! Oh God, I feel terrible,” she groaned, rubbing her forehead.

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“That’s normal. The anesthesia must have worn off. It might hurt for a while after the surgery,” Rebecca replied, sitting down in a chair across from her.

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“Oh... It really hurts,” Lucy said, wincing slightly. “Why do you look so sad? I didn’t say anything silly while under anesthesia, did I? You know you shouldn’t take it seriously.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded as she remembered the shocking confession in the car. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. “You did say something... Tell me, who is Bobby’s father?”

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise. “Bobby’s father!? Of course, it’s Carl. Why would you ask such a thing, Rebecca?”

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“Carl? In the car you told me otherwise,” Rebecca said, her gaze unwavering.

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Lucy’s face flushed. “I was on medication, Rebecca. Please don’t take it seriously. I was just talking nonsense!”

Rebecca leaned forward, her expression serious. “Then maybe I should just tell Carl, you do a paternity test, and we’ll find out the truth?”

Lucy’s demeanor changed instantly, her face turning serious and a bit desperate. “Please, don’t, Rebecca. You know how much I love Carl. This would destroy him.”

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“So it’s true? Bobby isn't his son?” Rebecca asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes... I’ll tell you everything, but please don’t tell Carl,” Lucy pleaded.

“Depending on what the answer will be,” Rebecca said, her voice firm.

Lucy sighed deeply, her eyes filled with tears. “You know we struggled to have a child for a long time. We tried, but nothing worked. Carl blamed me for it.”

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Rebecca nodded slightly, urging her to continue.

“That night, we had a huge fight, and I went to a bar. I was very angry at him. I felt terrible that he blamed me for our inability to have a child. I drank too much and slept with a man I met at the bar,” Lucy confessed, her voice shaking.

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“And you think my son’s behavior justifies your actions!?” Rebecca’s tone was sharp, filled with disappointment.

“No! I felt very ashamed the next morning. I immediately fled that man's house.

"When I found out I was pregnant, I realized it wasn’t Carl’s child, but I couldn’t bring myself to have an abortion,” Lucy admitted, tears streaming down her face.

“My son deserves to know the truth,” Rebecca insisted.

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“I know... But please don’t tell him. Now is not the time. I'll find the right moment. Carl wouldn’t understand,” Lucy begged.

Before Rebecca could respond, the front door opened, and Carl walked in. “Honey, how are you feeling?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m fine, darling,” Lucy said, forcing a smile.

“Where’s Bobby?” Carl asked, looking around.

“I put him to sleep,” Rebecca replied. Carl immediately went to Bobby’s room, quietly opening the door and smiling as he peeked inside.

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“Carl, can we talk?” Rebecca asked, her voice soft but firm.

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“Yes, of course, just give me a minute. I love watching him sleep,” Carl replied, his face lighting up with joy.

Rebecca watched her son’s happy expression, her heart heavy with doubt. Should she tell him the truth? Would revealing that Carl was not Bobby’s father really be better for this family?

Carl carefully closed the door to the nursery and walked over to Rebecca. “Mom? You wanted to talk about something?” he asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

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Rebecca forced a smile. “Nothing important, son. I remembered that I could do it myself. I think I’ll go now.”

“Thanks, Mom, for helping us out,” Carl said, hugging her tightly.

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“You’re welcome, son,” Rebecca replied, hugging him back. She knew he would know the truth eventually, but for now, it was best to stay silent.

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