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He saw me too, clearly surprised. He stopped and looked me up and down, a sneer on his face, “Not so stupid after all, you knew to come here!”
I was stunned. So, he knew about my existence too!
“Why? Why is it like this!”
“Jack, am I their adopted daughter? Or are you doing some project, and I’m just a subject in your observation experiment?”
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Jack seemed to see through my confusion. He raised an eyebrow and shook a finger, “No, you’re a Johnson too. A biological daughter.”
“As for why you were raised poor, there’s only one reason. Because I am the sole heir to the Johnson family!”
“Sarah, you were born just one minute before me. What right do you have to compete with me?”
“This is not a place for you to come. Get lost!”
“Poor thing, don’t look at me like that. Mom and Dad put a lot of effort into raising you!”
“Oh, and don’t go visit Grandpa and Grandma for Christmas’s anymore. They’re old and don’t have the energy to act for you!”
Jack accelerated into the estate. I stood outside for a long time, understanding.
My birth with Jack seemed to be related to the inheritance of the family fortune.
But what did I do wrong? I just wanted to receive the most sincere love from my parents.
They lied to me for so many years, but their kindness to me was also real.
But now, looking at the villa and that motorcycle, I began to doubt how much of their kindness to me was genuine.
I turned to leave.
Before leaving, I called my father: “Dad, are you coming home for dinner tonight?”
“Not coming back, Sarah. Working over time tonight, triple pay for these three days of the Christmas!”
“Oh, and your mom’s the same!”
But I clearly heard the roar of a motorcycle from his phone.
I softly responded “Mm,” having made a decision deep in my heart.
Back home, I started packing my things while signing up for a special research project announced by the university.
This project was in the western region, lasting three years, isolated from the world, with no one to disturb me.
After packing, I developed the photo I had taken of Jack’s back and placed it on the bedside table at home.
That day, they didn’t come back. I was alone at home.
I called my father again, but no one answered.
Meanwhile, the Johnson family’s Jade Corporation started distributing red envelopes. An employee thanked the boss on social media.
She was just an ordinary employee, but her red envelope contained $300!
Many employees showed off the company benefits.
My parents were clearly on stage, one in a suit and the other holding a glass of wine. My mom was wearing exquisite makeup, looking every bit the wealthy lady.
Below the stage, Jack was surrounded by people like a star, and there was even a family photo.
My parents seemed certain that I was only focused on making money and had no time to pay attention to online gossip.
They forgot that I’m just an ordinary girl, raised poor by them. How could I not pay attention?
A reporter interviewed them, asking about their Christmas plans.
My father faced the camera, “This year my son Jack is twenty–two. We arrange a trip every year, and we’re leaving today!”
My heart suddenly sank. I’m twenty–two too. If the farthest place I’ve been is the local zoo for a school spring tour in elementary school.
