I had once been accepted to a top-tier medical university. But because it was over a thousand kilometers from home—and I wouldn’t be nearby to donate blood to Loren—my parents altered my application behind my back and forced me into a local nursing program.
They chose nursing not for my future, but because it would help me “take better care of Loren.”
When I resisted, they cut off all financial support. I worked part-time jobs to survive, finally got into graduate school, and chose the major I really wanted. But I got pregnant shortly after, and again, everything was put on hold.
To help Arthur’s research, I even volunteered to be a test subject. It wasn’t until earlier this year that I was finally invited to join this research team. I treasured the opportunity.
I had prepared meticulously for this seminar. I could confidently back up every point with research and evidence.
Loren, on the other hand, with her so-called prestigious education, said almost nothing. Her silence was telling.
When Sterling Company expressed strong interest in collaborating with our team, her face visibly darkened.