No More Unconditional Support for My Brother

I knew I was not qualified to compare to Bruce.

I had always been tolerant towards Bruce, who was a naughty kid when he was young and became a problem teenager when he grew up.

When I was in junior high school, I heard from my classmates that I was actually Jenny and Jack's biological daughter. Then I went to the police station to verify it and finally knew my true identity.

It turned out that I was not an orphan adopted by them.

These were all lies!

I was their biological daughter!

Jenny and Jack always wanted a son.

Jenny gave birth to me in her hometown in the countryside.

After finding out that I was a girl, they fabricated a story about my orphan background and lied that I was their niece.

Later, they gave birth to Bruce.

My biological parents lied to me for more than ten years.

To have a son, they watched their daughter live an aggrieved life, but they didn't feel guilty at all.

When I learned the truth, I almost collapsed.

I cried and screamed, but they were indifferent.

"Have we ever treated you badly? Why are you aggrieved? We just like boys more!

"We didn't throw you into the river, and we were very kind to you.

"Why do you complain now? To fake your identity, we spent tens of thousands of dollars. You have to pay us back!"

That was their explanation to me.

That year, I ran away from home for the first time in my life.

I wandered outside for a few months and was finally taken in by an orphanage.

I had a very happy time there.

I realized that being an orphan was not miserable.

Having heartless parents was the greatest tragedy in a child's life.

I would rather be an orphan than be deceived by my biological parents like a fool for so many years.

Unfortunately, a fire broke out in the orphanage.

After the fire, I was sent home.

My father Jack gave me a loud slap in the face.

"Bastard!"

After that matter, I was very depressed for a while.

Later, I saw a sentence: [Knowledge can change one's destiny.]

Suddenly, I was enlightened.

I understood that if I wanted to leave this family, my only way out was to study hard.

When I had the ability to support myself, I could completely break away from this family.

So I studied very hard.

But after graduating from junior high school, my parents didn't want me to continue to high school.

They thought it was useless for girls to study, and it would cost money.

They wanted me to learn some skills like beauty and hairdressing so that I could earn money for the family earlier.

I resisted, but they beat me up.

Later, I met a kind person. She was Elizabeth, the director of the Women's Association.