Ch. The richest man’s real daughter returns 12 The richest man’s real daughter returns 12

Chapter 12 

Back at the mansion, my dad was as foul–mouthed as usual. My mom also began to give me the cold shoulder. 

She deliberately fussed over Lucy in front of me and even particularly bought her a designer bag to comfort her. 

Lucy flaunted her brand bag to me, You see, Mom and Dad love me the most. You’re nothing but a vicious creature in their eyes! 

I retorted, Did you swallow your intestines the wrong way Your mouth is full of shit. 

You… you dare to curse me! 

I stuffed the half–eaten apple core from my hand into her mouth, Not only do I dare to curse you, I’m also offering you fruit. Because, after all, in a few days, you’ll be in prison, and there won’t be such good fruit for you there! 

Lucy shouted in fury and ran to tattle. 

We ended up arguing fiercely again. She mimicked my father’s words to curse me for being evil and plotting to send Lucy to jail. 

I accused her of being confused, irrational, and morally warped. 

She was so angry that she even raised her hand, wanting to hit me. 

I leaned my face towards hers, Come on, hit me! If you dare to slap me once, darling Lucy ten times! 

I’ll slap your 

She didn’t dare to hit me in the end, instead, she broke down and cried, How did you become like this Why aren’t you as obedient and good as Lucy… What have I done to deserve a daughter like you… 

I responded icily, Yes, your darling Lucy will surely be more obedient and good once she’s in jail. 

Our argument this time completely shattered our relationship. 

At home, all three family members ignored me as if I was invisible, not even calling me for 

meals. 

My mom bluntly stated that she would cut off my living expenses unless I persuaded my foster parents to sign the letter of forgiveness. 

As long as the letter was signed, I would still be her good daughter. 

She thought that this would allow her to control me. 

Chapter 13