After Winning the Lottery, I Became the Apple of My Eye

I was stunned, feeling so frustrated.

Even until my tears fell drop by drop on my phone, I still couldn't understand what favoritism meant.

Did they favor James?

I was trying hard to remember the past.

When I was a little girl, all the toys in our house were double.

They never treated me poorly with any of the necessities of life.

Sarah had even always bought me tons of dresses because of the wide variety of girl's clothes.

James was envious of me for a while, and he even cried a few times and wanted to wear my dress.

I never felt my parents were biased.

I had no doubt even when Patrick told me he was going to transfer a house to James' name to reduce taxes after this demolition.

I even stupidly reassured James, "Even though it takes up your first home purchase, it may cost you more to buy a house later. Don't be mad at Mom and Dad.

"They transferred the house to your name because they trusted you.

"As their children, it is proper for us to sacrifice something for our parents."

The words were still ringing in my ears like a slap in my face, which was extremely painful.

Therefore, the only person who knew nothing was me.

I could remember a hint of sympathy and pity in James' eyes when I said that carefully.

What was he thinking at that time?

Was he thinking that I was such an idiot? Patrick and Sarah were treating me like an outsider, but I was completely oblivious. It was just my constantly wishful thinking, and I was afraid of a crack in their relationship.

As I squeezed the lottery ticket tightly, I cried so hard I was shaking.

I was so excited when I first found that I had won the lottery.

I had fantasized countless times about what Patrick and Sarah would be like when they knew it.

I even laughed out loud every time I thought about it.

I would give Patrick and Sarah all of the ten million dollars without any reservation and let them spend it as they wish.

I never worried that they owed me anything, so I felt that we were so close that I didn't need to think in terms of money.

However, I feel like a joke at the moment.

No, it might not be this moment.

I had always been a joke, stupid and unaware of it.

I downloaded the original pictures James posted on Instagram, organized them, and posted them all on the family chat group by my phone.

Sarah, who had always loved to play with her cell phone, was silent all the time.

Two hours later, Patrick forwarded a news item to the chat group, so they started a heated discussion about it, and Sarah and James expressed their opinions.

My message was covered almost instantly.

That was their attitude, tacitly avoiding the topic.

I felt heartbroken and angry.

My pride persuaded me inexplicably inside, "Don't push it. Isn't it clear enough? Is their attitude not cruel enough?

It would be a shame for you to keep pestering them."

But I couldn't control my hands, frantically tapping on the keyboard. Eleanor: [Are you just going to ignore my message without even a word of explanation?]

The lively chat group fell silent again.

The dialog box stopped at my question, and there were no more replies.

I had wanted to rush to my parents countless times to ask them why they were doing this to me.

The silence in the chat box was so embarrassing to me.

I felt that all questions would be asking for humiliation.

It was obvious that they didn't care about me.

But I still cared about them.

The extreme embarrassment restrained me.

I returned to my workplace early with my bags.

I took the lottery ticket and cashed it in. Looking at the balance in my bank account, I was not delighted at all.

I couldn't control myself from spending my days alone playing with my cell phone.

Besides, I checked that chat group page over and over again.