With trembling legs, I forced myself to stand up and staggered towards the door. But it seemed Erica wasn't done with me yet.
She suddenly pulled out a piece of paper and exclaimed, “Oh, what's this?”
“Evangeline!” Her eyes widened in fake shock. “Why do you have this? Equity agreement letter. You can’t be… Are you pretending to have stomach cancer so you can scoop up our entire family fortune?”
The moment those words dropped, she hurriedly covered her mouth and acting like it was something she shouldn't have said. Her calculated hesitation unleashed a storm of fury against me.
Everyone turned to glare at me with hatred.
“No wonder you insist on proofing you have stomach cancer. Turns out you're just greedy and want to swindle our family's fortune!” Mom fumed, disappointment in her eyes.
“Who put you up to this? You’d better explain yourself, or don’t even think about coming back here!” Dad’s face turned ashen.