A Biased Mother and An Arrogant Brother

When I was less than a year old, my father died in a car accident.

The man who hit him to death was a wealthy businessman.

The wealthy businessman had always valued his reputation the most, and seeing how hard it was for my mother to raise me and Jason, he compensated us with two million dollars and a 2,153-square-foot house.

Seeing so much money, my mother immediately signed the reconciliation agreement happily.

But after getting the money, she threw me to my grandmother.

She thought I was a useless girl and was determined to pay more attention to Jason.

I was raised by my grandmother, and my mother never paid child support.

Since I was a child, I had lived with my grandmother in an old and shabby house, eating white bread and potatoes.

My mom lived in the big house with Jason, eating steak and sandwiches.

Later, when I was old enough to go to school, she refused to pay my tuition, so my grandmother had to go everywhere to borrow money.

In order to support my schooling, my grandmother, who was in her 60s, still did farm work every day. She was so tired that she couldn't even straighten her back.

She also did some laundry for others and worked with me until late at night every day.

Although it was hard, it was the most unforgettable time in my life.

Later, when I went to college, my grandmother's health was failing.

After her death, I worked part-time to complete my studies.

After graduation, I found a good job and also had a side business, and my life was very comfortable.

Just then, my mother suddenly came to the door!

She was paralyzed. Jason considered her a burden and was unwilling to take care of her, so he came up with a mean trick.

He asked my mother to use the inheritance as bait to get me to take care of her for the rest of her life.

But she had made a will beforehand, stating that everything she had would belong to Jason after her death.

Not only did Jason not have to take care of her, but her property also would belong to him after her death.

He was such a shameless bastard.

It was what Jason told me in person when I questioned him in my previous life.

But they didn't know that I was really happy when my mother came to see me.

I was willing to take care of her not for her property.

I had spent far more time and money on her than she could give me.

What I cared about was my mother's company.

It was what I wanted most in my life but never got.

But even my mother thought I took care of her for her property.

She never treated me as her daughter, but as a hired care worker. Even during the five years she lived with me, she never gave me a penny, but ordered me around as if it was her right, and threatened me with her legacy if she was not happy with me.

I endured all of that.

Because she was a patient and only had a few years left to live, I wanted her to feel more comfortable in her last days.

But she teamed up with Jason and fooled me.

My sacrifices and efforts had become a joke.