"What do you mean not learning anything good? This is called working hard for the continuation of the Dickerson family line." The mom I'd been calling Mom for more than thirty years praised her grandson's idea.
The conversation in the room made my whole body ice-cold.
It wasn't until more than an hour later that I pulled over. That conversation was still echoing in my ears.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that I calmed down a bit.
I immediately made a phone call.
"Help me do a paternity test. If my parents and I aren't related by blood, help me check how I ended up with the Dickersons."
As soon as I hung up, my second uncle's call came in.
"Gracie, today is Little New Year. As a junior, how can you be so heartless?"
"Hurry back and apologize to your mom and dad."
Just now, my second uncle and the others were all gathered there too. They all knew I wasn't biological—only I was kept in the dark.
To avoid alerting them, I chose to stay silent and hang up.
After that, I left the family group chat and called HR again to remove my second uncle and the other relatives from their positions.
When my second uncle and the others called again, I blocked them directly.