Maybe in her eyes, a daughter is just a cash cow.
I don't know where that $300,000 went, but since mom admits taking it, 80% chance it went to support Ethan.
I left without eating, didn't even bother saying goodbye.
I have a friend who's a lawyer, I think I should ask a professional about this.
As I walked downstairs, I reached for my phone - forgot it, probably left it in the bathroom.
Gritting my teeth, I went back upstairs to get it, planning to just ring the doorbell and leave.
But the door wasn't fully closed. So I quietly went in to grab my phone and go, not wanting to face mom again.
That's when I heard mom's voice in Ethan's room, talking to him.
"If I'd known your sister would turn out like this, I should have just left her in the countryside to marry some old bachelor. Letting her study, look how she turned out. Ethan, I'm telling you, you better make sure that money is treated as bride price, not a penny less!"
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Spending $300,000 to secure you a grandson—how valuable is that? Mom, please calm down. I've told you before that Clara isn't reliable. Fortunately, it's just her today; if we hadn't made her get rid of that child back then, there would be one more person in the family competing for this house. If she had a child, she could have easily claimed more than half of it!"
In that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, my entire worldview shattered.
What did Ethan mean - the child I miscarried back then...wasn't a natural miscarriage?
He made me get rid of it?
Just so my child wouldn't be registered in the old house, taking up a share in the future?
He killed my unborn child!
My own brother, and that was his own nephew!
My nails dug into my palms, drawing blood, as I bit my lip until the metallic taste spread.
I slowly backed out of the house without making a sound.
