After Running Away with a Baby, I Became a Rich Heiress Wife

Before leaving, I glanced toward the room where Kathy was dragged into.

The door was left ajar, revealing a glimpse inside. Clothes from the five bodyguards were scattered across the floor. Kathy lay unconscious on the bed, completely out cold.

I tried not to make a sound and quietly scrambled from that place away.

When I got home, my parents rushed up to me eagerly.

Not seeing Kathy with me, their faces immediately darkened. “Sarah, where’s your sister? Why are you back alone?”

Remembering how, in my previous life, this family had blamed me for ruining Kathy’s “opportunity” and didn’t even bother to claim my body after my death, I no longer cared to be polite.

“Maybe she overdid it with the drugs. Mr. Miles is probably still… occupied with her,” I said flatly.

My mother’s scowl instantly melted into a delighted smile. “I knew it! Kathy is someone who can make things happen, unlike certain people—useless and nothing but a money drain after twenty years of raising them!”

My father didn’t even spare me a glance, immediately urging my mother to start cooking a nourishing soup.

“Make sure it’s ready when Kathy gets back. If she drinks it, she’ll be able to have a son for Mr. Miles.”

Too tired to argue, I slumped onto the couch to rest.

Just as the soup began simmering, Kathy walked into our house. She was limping, her neck covered in bruises and marks.

It was obvious she had no idea who she’d actually spent the night with.

The moment Kathy saw me, she wasted no time berating me in front of our parents. She accused me of failing to stand guard for her, not helping her clean up the mess and even refusing to buy her the drugs she needed for her plan.

My mother’s face darkened immediately. Without hesitation, she slapped me across the face.

Her voice rising with fury, “I knew you were useless! Worthless trash! Why did I even bother raising a money-leech like you?”

“Your sister finally got her chance and not only did you refuse to help, but you left her behind to fend for herself? Money was falling from the sky and you couldn’t even pick it up! You’re doomed to be a penniless worker your whole life!”

I held my stinging cheek, laughing bitterly at her shameless words.

“At least I make my money through honest work. Unlike some people, I’d never stoop to selling my body!”

My father’s face twisted with rage. He grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at my head.

Blood instantly soaked my clothes, but he didn’t so much as blink.

Instead, he continued to hurl insults at me, “All you ever talk about is working, working! Do you think your pitiful wages will be enough to give me and your mother any comfort before we’re dead and gone?”

“You’re a complete disgrace! And now you have the nerve to insult your sister? Look at yourself—what kind of trash do you think you are? You’re good for nothing!”

“If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I would’ve sold you off back then and saved myself the trouble!”

“Marrying you off to some poor nobody for a few thousand in bride price? Do you think I run a charity?”

I pressed a wad of tissues against the wound on my forehead, but no matter how hard I tried, the bleeding wouldn’t stop.

Disappointment overwhelmed me and I couldn’t hold back my retort, “I’m your daughter, not a piece of pork in a butcher shop for people to pick and choose! If you’re so eager to sell your daughter’s body, why not just open a brothel?”

“Every penny I earn is from my own hard work. What’s so wrong with that? If you despised me so much, why bother having me in the first place?”

For a moment, panic flashed across both my parents’ faces.

Just as they were about to lash out again, Kathy interrupted, smugly flaunting herself.

"Don't mind her. Once I have a baby and marry into the Miles Family, she'll be the one begging me for help, kneeling at my feet."

At her words, my parents completely forgot about me. They rushed to Kathy, eager to hear about her “progress.”

Kathy blushed, feigning shyness as she spoke. “You wouldn’t believe it. Chester isn’t nearly as cold and distant as the rumors say. He kept me up all night and I’m still sore everywhere!”

“It’s just that when I woke up, he was already gone. All he left behind was a bank card in the room.”

“But with how many times we did it, I’m sure I’ll get pregnant. When that happens, the position of Mrs. Miles is as good as mine!”