In the past, although my salary was not very high, I consistently transferred money home each month.

I covered Daphne’s incidental expenses which amounted to a significant, steady financial drain.

That income had vanished abruptly.

Compounded by the fact that purchasing that luxury apartment for Daphne had nearly depleted our family’s savings, their financial situation became immediately precarious.

No matter how they tried to contact me, I completely ignored them.

I knew this seemed cruel. But compared to over two decades of their dual exploitation, both emotional and financial, this level of “cruelty” was merely necessary self-preservation.

I needed to make them understand, clearly and unequivocally, that the old me, the one who meekly submitted and gave endlessly, was gone.

The current me had only one regret, which was not having fought back sooner.

I still had some time before my departure abroad. I also knew they would never easily let go of their “cash cow.”

Sure enough, after failing to reach me, they took matters a step further and showed up directly at my company.

The moment I stepped into the office building, I felt strange looks directed at me from all sides. Whispers buzzed around my ears like flies.

The receptionist glanced at me with sympathy. Her expression suggested she wanted to say something, but hesitated.

Once she confirmed no one else was nearby, she quietly stopped me.

“Lina, your family stopped by earlier. It got pretty ugly. Mr. Jenkins wants to see you in his office as soon as you arrive.”

My heart sank.

So they had finally come, and they had chosen the approach most capable of toppling me. They were targeting my workplace, potentially destroying my future right where I had built it.

I took a deep breath and walked toward Mr. Jenkins’ office.

...

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jenkins was not alone in his office.

Both my parents and Daphne were there.

My mother’s eyes were swollen and red from crying.

My father’s face was grim.

Daphne looked at me with an expression of wounded innocence and reproach.

Mr. Jenkins’ expression was stern.

“Lina, your family is worried about you. I hope you can resolve your personal matters and not let them affect your work.”

My mother immediately stood up and grabbed my hand.

“Lina, come home with me. Whatever’s going on, we’ll talk about it there.”

“Home?” I repeated the word softly. I found it utterly ironic.

“Which home? The one where Daphne’s always the center of attention?”

My father snapped, “Do you have to embarrass us here?”

“Who’s the one being embarrassing?” I retorted.

“The daughter who’s trying to build a career, or the family showing up to make a scene at her office?”

Daphne jumped in, her voice dripping with righteous indignation.

“Lina, how can you talk about Mom and Dad like that? They sacrificed so much raising us—”

“Yeah. They sure did,” I cut her off.

“That’s why you got all the good parts.”

Mr. Jenkins cleared his throat and said, “Lina, this overseas project is a big deal for the company. I can’t have personal matters affecting our reputation.”

I turned to Mr. Jenkins and said resolutely, “Don’t worry, I won’t let personal matters get in the way of work. I’m leaving in a week, and I’m just wrapping up the handover now.”

“Overseas project? Where are you going?” My mother, who was slow to catch on, finally thought to ask.

“I’m going to Northern Civitas for two years,” I answered briefly.

“Two years? How could you make a decision like that without even talking to us?” My father raised his voice.

“Talk to you? Like you talked to me before buying the house?”

The room went dead silent.

I looked at my family and felt a strange sense of calm wash over me.

All the grievances and anger that had once kept me awake at night had settled into quiet resolve.

“Mr. Jenkins, please give me ten minutes to handle this,” I requested.

Mr. Jenkins nodded, stood up, and left the office. He gently closed the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, my mother could not hold back her question any longer.

“Lina, what exactly do you want? Will you only be satisfied when this family falls apart?”

“It fell apart a long time ago,” I said softly.

“It fell apart the moment you played favorites. It fell apart the moment you acted as if I owed you everything I gave.”

Daphne looked deeply wronged.

Her voice was trembling as she spoke between sobs, “Lina, I know you’re upset with me. But the house was Mom and Dad’s idea. I tried to stop them.”

I laughed coldly.

“Did you think about how I’d feel when you posted that on Instagram? You knew I was looking at that same complex.”

Unable to bear seeing his favorite daughter upset, my father instinctively started berating me again.

“Daphne is younger than you. What of it, if we look out for her a little more? Isn’t it your job as the older sister to give her a break?”

Tsk, tsk, tsk. There it was again.

“I’ve given enough. From now on, I’m done. My paycheck, my time, and my life all belong to me.”

My mother’s voice trembled as she asked, “So that’s it? You’re just walking out on us?”

“I’ll do my basic duty as a daughter. Beyond that, I’m done with this family,” I said calmly.

My father shot up from his seat.

“You ungrateful child!”

I met his gaze without flinching.

“Ungrateful? After everything I’ve sacrificed? I gave so much I almost lost myself along the way.”

Daphne grabbed my arm and put on that pleading tone she had used countless times before.

“Lina, please don’t be like this. I was wrong, okay? I’ll give the house back if you want.”

But her pleading no longer worked on me.

I gently pulled my arm free and said in a cold and detached voice, “Keep it. That house is your safety net. I’ll just build my own.”

The office fell silent as I studied their faces.

An angry father. A weeping mother. A panicked younger sister.

Strangely, there was no longer any pain in my heart, only a lightness of relief.

...

My father refused to back down and kept trying to guilt-trip me.

‘“Just build my own’? Easy for you to say. If we hadn’t paid for your education, where would you even be?

“Now that you’ve got some money and power, do you think you can just walk out? Let me tell you this: that’s not happening.”

My mother lunged forward and grabbed my wrist.

“Lina, you can’t be this cruel! What are we supposed to do without you? We need your money to keep this household running!”

I pried her fingers off and said coldly, “That’s not my problem anymore. Daphne got a house, didn’t she? Let her sell it and solve the problem.”

“Lina, when did you turn into such a cold-hearted monster?!”

Daphne’s face went pale with anger.

I could not be bothered to waste any more words on them. I turned to leave.

“Stop.” My father’s voice shifted. Something about it made my stomach drop.

“If you walk out that door, don’t call me ruthless.”

My heart sank. I turned back, wary.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He pulled out his phone and waved it casually.

“Before you got here, I had a little chat with Mr. Jenkins.

“I told him you’ve been embezzling company funds, and that we’re trying to fix this mess for you.”

I could not believe my ears.

“Are you out of your mind? That’s libel!”

Seeing me finally start to panic, my mother smoothly chimed in.

“Is it? But you do send money home every month. If we all testify that the funds came from questionable sources, do you think the company will still trust you?”

A chill ran through my entire body. I finally understood why they had chosen to cause a scene at my company.

It had not been a spur-of-the-moment outburst. It was a meticulously planned setup.

“Mr. Jenkins won’t buy such a pathetic lie.”

I forced myself to stay calm.

My father let out a cold laugh.

“He doesn’t have to believe it completely.

“All he needs is a shred of doubt. You really think he’ll risk sending someone with a tarnished reputation on a major overseas project?”

Daphne added, “Lina, if you just stay, we’ll tell everyone it was all a misunderstanding.”