It wasn't until Ethan grew up that I realized the truth: to my parents, I had always been that money-losing waste.
Now they wanted me to apologize to a junior.
I looked at them for a long moment. Then I turned and walked toward the door.
"Grace Dickerson, you listen to me." Dad's voice was ice behind me. "If you walk out that door, don't ever come back. I don't have an unfilial daughter like you."
My heart went cold.
I have family. But I have always been alone.
A family like this—I can do without.
While I was at the hospital getting my wounds treated, a text from Ethan came through.
[What are you pretending for? If you don't hand the company over to me right now, worst case I'll just wait until you die and then take over the company.]
[Hand the company over to me right now. When the time comes, I'll see you to your grave. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die without a place to be buried.]
Don't get mad. I can't get mad at trash like this.
I immediately called HR.
I told them to remove Ethan from his position effective immediately.
All of my mom and dad's positions, my older brother's, and Linda's—all removed.