A Rich Parent's Regret for Their Biological Daughter

Today's lunch was especially different and special than usual. It was the richest I could remember.

During the meal, my dad offered to go out fishing with Cornelius. When I said I wanted to go out with him, my mom said, “Two big old men going fishing, Audrey. What are you doing to join in the fun? My daughter, you stay at home to help me, okay? It’s a New Year, our family and small relatives will also come over.”

I had no choice but to agree. At night, I received an emergency call from Cornelius.

“Audrey, quickly come and save me. I’m at Yellow Crown KTV303!”

I came to Yellow Crown KTV303 in a hurry. As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw Cornelius being pressed by a group of people to pour alcohol. I pulled Cornelius behind me.

Meanwhile, Evelyn said to me in a weird tone, “So it's you, poor bastard, Audrey. What are you doing here? This kind of place is also for you to come?”

I didn't bother to pay attention to her. I only held Cornelius's hand and prepared to leave. But Evelyn's words made me freeze in place.

“My sister, do you know who came up with the idea to get Cornelius drunk and then cook him alive? It was mom and dad.”

The word “My sister” made everyone freeze in place. I was dressed in shabby rags. On the other hand, Evelyn was wearing expensive branded clothes. We were totally incompatible in terms of dressing and temperament. We also could never associate ourselves with each other. But at this moment, I have only incomparable anger and disappointment in my heart.

My biological parents surprisingly would do such a thing. Evelyn walked in front of me. She looked at me with a playful gaze.

“You ugly bastard, even Mom and Dad dislike you, why don't you go die? I'm high and mighty, Audrey. You're nothing but a loach in the ground. Do you dare to bet that if something happens to us at the same time, who will Mom and Dad care more about?”

I thought she was just talking, but I didn't expect that a group of black-clothed men would rush in the next moment. Evelyn was stunned at that time.

The men in black slapped me. “Who are you guys? Hurry up and get out of here!”

“Miss Evelyn, I'm not a dog that you can call around!”

The man in black had Evelyn and I put hoods on our hands. He took us down together and stuffed us into a van. They then allow Cornelius to go back and send a message to my parents.

After taking off the mask, I saw Evelyn's frightened face. We were both tied hand and foot to a chair at the same time. I looked at the surroundings. It was an abandoned construction site.

The robber wore a mask and sneered, “Evelyn Ainsworth, you bitch usually love showing off your wealth so much. We've been watching you for a long time.”

He then used his cell phone to shoot a video at us. He then dialled my parent's number.

“Mr. Marcello and Mrs. Arabella, both of your daughters are in our hands. If you know what’s good for you, transfer the ransom. Don't call the police or we will kill them.”

My parents saw the video. They stopped and no longer pretended.

My dad said in a trembling voice, “Don't hurt them! How much is the ransom? I'll give it to you.”

Without waiting for the robbers to speak, Evelyn burst into tears. “Dad! Mom! Quickly save me! I'm scared!”

I tried to shout, but my voice was eventually silenced by Evelyn's cries. The robber then gave the number.

“Five million dollars a person. I'll give you half an hour. No waiting after the time limit. Then what you'll see will only be two corpses!”

When my parents heard this, they were so scared that they were incoherent.

“Don't kill the girls. We will give it to you. But how are we going to find so much money at a time? Can you make an exception and let both of them for five million dollars?”

The robber sneered. His eyes glanced over Evelyn and me.

“Both of your daughters I've secretly paid attention to, Mr. Marcello. One is barbaric and bossy. She spends money like dirt on weekdays. The other one has a face like a poor girl and works hard at two jobs. You guys are really biased and partial, right?”