Biological Daughter Leaves for Abroad After Losing ScholarshipChapter 1​​

My scholarship was gone, just like that. A group of classmates had it out for me and they didn’t stop at taking what wasn’t theirs. They beat me, humiliated me and kicked me out of school.

My dad—my stubborn, proud dad—knelt outside the school gates for three days and three nights. No one came to help him, no one cared.

My mom, despite everything, scraped together half a month’s living expenses to buy me a small cake. She smiled as she handed it to me, saying it was to cheer me up, but all it did was make my chest hurt.

I didn’t want them worrying about me any more than they already were. So I made the choice to give up the scholarship quietly, thinking it would somehow make life easier for all of us.

But that night, as I walked up to the house, I heard voices by the door. I froze, my hand gripping the bottle of milk I had bought on the way home.

"Mr. Jameson, are you absolutely certain about transferring all your assets to Scott Harlow? He’s not even your biological son. This is a substantial amount of money. Maybe you should reconsider," a man’s voice said. It was calm, professional. Probably a lawyer.

"There’s nothing to reconsider," my dad replied sharply. "We adopted him to inherit the company and now that he’s grown up, it’s time. As for Savannah... just give her 500 dollars a month. That’s more than enough."

My breath caught in my throat.

"500 dollars?" the lawyer asked, sounding almost surprised.

Dad sighed, like the conversation was beneath him. "If we give her more, she might start asking questions. Keep it at 500. It’s fine."

I stood there, frozen in place, the pieces clicking together in my head.

Turned out, my parents weren’t just regular people. They were rich, beyond rich. They were the wealthiest people in the city.

And every single thing I had suffered; the poverty, the sacrifices, the endless struggle, was nothing but some twisted “test” they’d put me through.

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Inside, I heard my mom speak up, her voice softer than his. "Oswald, this doesn’t feel right. Savannah is our biological daughter. She’s just a child and 500 dollars won’t even cover her medical expenses. How’s she supposed to survive?"

"And what do you expect me to do?" Dad snapped. "Let her inherit the company? She can barely walk, for God’s sake. If she sets foot in that boardroom, the shareholders will tear her apart."