"There’s nothing to reconsider," my dad replied sharply. "We adopted him to inherit the company and now that he’s grown up, it’s time. As for Savannah... just give her 500 dollars a month. That’s more than enough."
My breath caught in my throat.
"500 dollars?" the lawyer asked, sounding almost surprised.
Dad sighed, like the conversation was beneath him. "If we give her more, she might start asking questions. Keep it at 500. It’s fine."
I stood there, frozen in place, the pieces clicking together in my head.
Turned out, my parents weren’t just regular people. They were rich, beyond rich. They were the wealthiest people in the city.
And every single thing I had suffered; the poverty, the sacrifices, the endless struggle, was nothing but some twisted “test” they’d put me through.
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Inside, I heard my mom speak up, her voice softer than his. "Oswald, this doesn’t feel right. Savannah is our biological daughter. She’s just a child and 500 dollars won’t even cover her medical expenses. How’s she supposed to survive?"