In those days, I let go of my resentment and begged my father for funding and support, even personally seeking help from my elder brother for an order.
Now, it turns out all of that was just dragging him down.
If I hadn't donated my kidney to him when his was damaged in that car crash, I'd be an amazing businesswoman dominating the corporate world right now.
Later, I walked out of the police station in a daze. As I turned the corner, a sack was suddenly thrown over my head and I was quickly dragged into an alley.
Countless kicks and blows from clubs suddenly rained down on me. The pain was so intense that my body became numb and my consciousness began to fade.
After what felt like an eternity, the beating stopped. Then, someone kicked me hard in the ribs while cursing, "Sickly thing, get the hell out of the Lenart Family while you still can. Next time, you won't get off so easily."
Their footsteps gradually faded into the distance. I lay there for an unknown time until rain began to fall. The cool, refreshing rain finally brought me back to my senses.
I slowly crawled out of the sack. It was already dark and the light from the street lamps cast a cold, dreamy glow through the rain.