But my parents' words sent my anger surging. "Why?"
"Aren't I your daughter?"
"The company I built from nothing—why should I hand it to someone who's never worked a day in his life?"
"Because Ethan's last name is Dickerson." Mom glared at me. "That's why."
Ethan shot me a look. "Grandma, I don't think she's convinced."
The moment he finished, Mom grabbed a bowl and hurled it at me.
I didn't dodge fast enough. A gash opened on my forehead.
She acted like she didn't see the blood, just pointed at me and kept going.
"You think making a few bucks makes you special? Without this family's support, you'd be nothing."
Family support?
When I started my business, I took out loans. Back then, when they found out I'd borrowed money, they tried to squeeze me for cash to buy my brother a car.
"If you still acknowledge me as your mother, hand the company to Ethan. Right now."
"This company belongs to my precious grandson. No one else gets it."
I cut her off, my face cold.
"You favored boys over girls. When I was little, you spoiled my brother—I accepted that."
"Grandparents dote on grandchildren. You spoil Ethan—I accepted that too."