Fighting My Cruel Father for My Mother's LegacyChapter 1
After the SATs, I started working odd jobs.
While others were getting their ears pierced, dyeing their hair, and getting manicures, I was busy making milkshakes, washing dishes, and carrying trays.
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My father, Tyler Smith, had been working in Los Angeles for years, but the money he earned was only enough to cover my tuition fees.
To cover my living expenses, I worked part-time while attending middle and high school. On top of that, unscrupulous employers would often underpay me, claiming I was just a child worker.
Finally, I landed a job in Los Angeles as a cleaner for a wealthy family.
The job offered nearly 3,000 dollars a month and came with free room and board, so I quickly packed my bags and went for the interview.
But why was my father in this mansion?
At first, I thought it was just someone who looked like him, but then I heard Monica Smith, the woman of the house, mention his name.
"Tyler Smith! You've just gotten home for one night, and now you're heading out on another business trip? Leon didn't even get to see you! Are you planning to abandon your son and wife?"