An Agreement to Sever Parent-child Relations

I no longer held back as I kept talking, “Grandma begged you to take me back before she died, but what did you guys do? Just because my sister wouldn't let me sleep in the bedroom, you forced me to sleep on the sofa every single night.”

“While my sister ate, drank and had fun as she enjoyed all the love from her parents, did you remember how you had treated me? You treated me like a nanny. You also refused to give me any pocket money after I turned 18,” I continued angrily.

My parents’ face immediately changed. But I told the real truth. Obviously, they were forced into silence.

My sister pointed at my nose as she angrily shouted at me, “You’re getting cocky now, Anastasia! So, you’re starting to settle accounts, right? If our parents hadn’t taken you back and given you a room to live in, you would have been a beggar on the street. You’re an ungrateful bitch, you don’t deserve to be your parents' daughter!”

I couldn’t help but retort, “Do you even give me a room in a house this big? Let me ask you then, which one is my room in this huge house?”

When Olivia opened her mouth to answer, she went silent after a few seconds because she was embarrassed. After that, she turned around and threw herself into her mother’s arms and sobbed.

“Anastasia is blaming you guys for being mean to her. It’s surely hard for you guys to raise both of us. I can get it, but she can’t understand at all!” she shouted, pretending to cry.

Olivia was best at crying and making people side with her. When my parents saw her crying, they were upset. That was always the case.

My mother gently patted my sister’s back and glared at me as she angrily scolded me, “Anastasia, Olivia is never in good health. You know that very well, so what’s wrong if we care more for her? You’re the eldest, so you must learn to live hard to make sure you’re able to control your emotions! You’re such an ungrateful daughter!”

Again, they were trying to guilt trip me. In the past, I would be fooled and believe them after they argued. But I was no longer the submissive Anastasia.

“Me being an ungrateful daughter? Do you know where I have been these days? I had such terrible gastrointestinal pain that day. If my assistant hadn’t taken me to the hospital, I would have died! If I really died, would you even grieve for me?” I angrily asked them.

After that, I threw the medical records and examination forms in front of them. The documents were clear. Not only that but there were official seals of the hospitals. So, it couldn’t be faked at all.

My parents glanced at me before they scanned the documents. Without further ado, their expression changed. They became quiet.

Without letting them speak, I told them, “I was in such critical condition at that time and needed surgery immediately. My assistant, Alex, called you to go to the hospital to sign the document to proceed to the surgery. But what did you do? You said you didn’t know me. You didn’t even answer her calls.”

After that, I continued, “Look at these fucking forms! I was given two critical illness notices. Where were you at that time? You were outside celebrating Olivia’s birthday! Did you know that day almost became my death anniversary?”

As soon as I finished speaking, a teacup was thrown straight at me. It was too fast, so I was unable to dodge it. My forehead got hit immediately. Soon enough, the blood flowed out from my forehead which blurred my vision.

“Anastasia, you ungrateful bitch! It seems we really raised you in vain! Your sister is several years younger than you. She even knows that it’s hard for us to raise you two. What about you? You’re already in your 20s, but you’re not mature at all! We raised you, but you hated us, huh?”

However, I ignored him. Instead, I took out a tissue and pressed my forehead to stop the bleeding. When the bleeding stopped, I slowly raised my head and looked directly into my father’s eyes. This time, I was enraged.

“You guys didn’t raise me! It was Grandma who raised me! When I was a kid, I was hospitalized for pneumonia. My grandma called you to ask for medical fees, but you refused to give her a penny. My life isn’t worth even a few hundred dollars in your eyes. How dare you say such things!" I shouted back at my father with a much louder voice.

For several times, my father’s mouth twitched. His face darkened. Just when the man raised his hand to hit me, I pinched his wrist so hard that he couldn't move.

My father angrily asked me, “Did you even know how could you become the Sales Director? If you didn’t have me as the CEO-”