They Poisoned Me for My Inheritance:So I Destroyed Them AllChapter 1

I came home for New Year's Eve and gave my nephew an eight-thousand-dollar red envelope.

What I didn't expect was that dinner would go sideways—all because I ate one extra rib.

That was enough to make him burst into tears.

My father frowned immediately. "You're a grown woman. Fighting a child over food—how does that look?"

I was about to wave down the server and order another plate when my sister-in-law cut me off with a sidelong glare.

"Must be nice, not having to worry about the cost of things. That plate of ribs was over two hundred dollars!"

"Oh, and Lola Dickerson—when are you going back to work after the holiday?"

I smiled. "I quit. Figured I'd take some time off and rest at home."

Her expression changed instantly.

"You're thirty years old. No husband, no job—what, you're planning to mooch off this family like a parasite?"

"Can you have some boundaries? Do you have any idea how much it costs to run this household?"

"If you insist on staying here, you're paying ten thousand a month in living expenses. Otherwise, move out."

I looked at her and smiled.

"The New Year's Eve dinner? Eighty-eight thousand for the table. I paid for it."

"This villa we're all living in? The deed is in my name."

"And the reason Leo Acevedo is getting into that elite elementary school? My connections. My apartment's school district registration."

"So tell me—who exactly needs to learn about boundaries?"

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I'd come home for the holiday break with gifts for the whole family, plus a separate eight-thousand-dollar red envelope for my little nephew, Leo.

For New Year's Eve dinner, I'd booked a private chef's table. Eighty-eight thousand dollars for one seating.

The mood at the table had been warm—festive, even—until the plate of sweet-and-sour ribs arrived.

I'd always loved that dish, and I was genuinely hungry, so I helped myself to a couple of extra pieces.

Leo suddenly let out a wail.

"Auntie's mean! She ate all the ribs!"

My father's face darkened.

"Lola, how old are you? Still snatching food from Leo?"

I blinked, caught off guard. "There's still half a plate left. If it's not enough, I'll just order another one."

But my sister-in-law shot me a look from the corner of her eye.

"A plate of ribs costs over two hundred dollars, and you talk about it like it's nothing. Do you know how much this dinner is costing your brother?"