*Jade Long removed Dad from the group chat.*

She kicked her own father out.

Then, she began airing my "crimes" to the entire extended family.

**【You all think she's a saint? You don't know the half of it. We give her a 2,000-buck subsidy every month, yet she's so stingy she won't even buy breakfast for Savannah! She made the child go hungry until she almost fainted during morning exercises!】**

The relatives were stunned.

**【No way. Savannah is the apple of her eye. She wouldn't do that.】**

But Jade came prepared.

She threw an old screenshot into the chat—a notification from the teacher about Savannah having low blood sugar.

Then, a voice message from Savannah herself popped up. Jade must have coached her.

"It was because Grandma wouldn't give me money for breakfast! I fainted because Grandma is *bad*!"

The group erupted. My eldest sister-in-law—who had never missed a chance to undermine me—pounced immediately.

**【The child is only eight—kids don't lie. Remember when Mom and Dad divided the family property? You were always calculating then, too. Now you're taking it out on your own granddaughter? Have you no shame?】**

My vision blurred as I stared at the screen.

Back when the property was divided, this same sister-in-law had thrown a tantrum—literally rolled on the ground—until she secured the 300,000 bucks cash inheritance, leaving us with nothing but a worthless, dilapidated house in the village.

Yet *I* was the calculating one?

I waited.

Hoping.

Praying my daughter would defend me against this slander.

Instead, she typed:

**【Mom, it's fine if you count pennies in daily life, but my in-laws are coming today. I'm begging you—don't let me become a laughingstock!】**

The relatives piled on, urging me to surrender.

**【Yes, be the bigger person. It's New Year's.】**

**【Don't let outsiders see a joke.】**

My sister-in-law added one final, venomous jab:

**【You're already half-buried in the dirt. No matter how much you hoard, won't it all go to the kids eventually? Jade, your mom is just stubborn. Don't be mad at her. It's not worth it.】**

Something inside me cracked.

Tears dripped onto the screen, distorting the cruel words into a watery blur.

The daughter I had cherished. The girl I had spoiled and sacrificed *everything* for.

A heartless ingrate.

That "2,000-buck subsidy" she bragged about? It didn't even cover a week of their groceries.