The Evil Mother Stole My Competition Prize Money

"It's my own bonus. Why should I use it to enroll Yara in a tutorial class?"

"Am I crazy or are you crazy?"

I said in a cold voice, with anger in my eyes.

But my mother was blinded by money and couldn't sense my emotions at all.

When she heard my question, her face darkened and a flash of anger appeared in her eyes.

"You've gone too far! Do you deserve the 20-thousand-dollar tutorial class? Even if a professor from Stanford tutors you, it can't change the fact that you are an idiot!"

"Your father and I worked hard to raise you, but you've become rebellious before even becoming an adult. Look at yourself in the mirror! Go dream!"

She was always so superior to me and dad, as if Dad and I weren't her family, but her shame.

In the past, I put up with it all so Dad wouldn't be reprimanded by her.

But in the end, it caused my father to be diagnosed with late-stage uremia and cost him his life.

I would never give in this time!

Looking at her angry face, I spoke sternly, "You raised me? You need to understand that you raised Yara and Dad raised me! Dad has never raised his voice at home all these years just because you said Yara was poor and grew up without a mother. Every time he expresses his opinion, you say he was heartless, unsympathetic, and not a human being!"

"You brainwashed him step by step, making him now even accustomed to prioritizing everything related to the Lopez family!"

Hearing me ruthlessly stating the facts over the years, embarrassment flashed across Mom's face.

Turning her head with even more anger, she looked at Dad with a gaze that looked like it was hardened with poison.

"Your daughter has been spoiled by you like this. Why do you keep silent?"

My dad looked at me with a puzzled and bewildered expression.

He couldn't understand how his once obedient daughter suddenly became so bad-tempered.

But Dad, if I was not like this, I couldn't protect you and myself.

Mom angrily rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush towards me, but was stopped by Dad.

She pointed at me so angrily that her fingers trembled.

"Bitch, I knew you were just like your dad! Now that you're almost an adult, you don't have any sympathy at all! Mr. Lopez takes care of his daughter alone and Yara is so sensible. He's young and his waist is bent from exhaustion. Your father is as strong as a young man but you want to give him a physical examination!"

"You won't know what human nature means if I don't teach you a lesson! You've always been at the bottom of the class. How many times have I been called to school by your teachers? You've made me lose face, and now you want to spend 20 thousand dollars on tutorial class. What did you do long ago?"

As she spoke, she occasionally glanced at my dad, the implication was particularly obvious.

She pretended to be unsteady on her feet, swaying her body and constantly patting herself to calm down.

The wrinkles on my dad's face tightened together in anxiety.

He turned his head and asked me to quickly go into the room.

But my mom, as if seizing the opportunity to have the upper hand, angrily said, "You tell me. Compare yourself and Mr. Lopez, do you think you need a physical examination? You're as strong as a bull!"

"Isn't it because you have a good body that I married you? Otherwise..."