For several times, my father’s mouth twitched. His face darkened. Just when the man raised his hand to hit me, I pinched his wrist so hard that he couldn't move.
My father angrily asked me, “Did you even know how could you become the Sales Director? If you didn’t have me as the CEO-”
Without further ado, I cut him off as I angrily, “Don’t you dare tell me such a blatant lie! Ever since I joined the company, I’ve been the sales champion every year. I became the Sales Director because of how good my work is! It’s got nothing to do with you being the CEO!”
My father went quiet again. I wanted to see what else they could prove that they loved me as their daughter. The endless silence was the best answer.
These people knew what kind of life I had lived these years. No matter how their arguments were, it was useless. They always said that Olivia had poor health. However, her annual physical examination showed that she was in good health while I had long-term anemia and poor digestion.