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C09 I shook my head and continued , After all , since middle school , Ive been working part time on my own and still gave you the money I saved .

And you were content to accept it , making me eat Cellines leftovers and expecting me to be grateful .

Instantly , Dads old face turned red .

He raised his hand and slapped himself twice in quick succession , tears streaming down his face .

Blame me , blame me ! You could have told me the truth earlier , but you didnt .

Was it because I was too young at the time ? Or did you think Celline was enough to replace me ? D A Fake Poverty that My Parent Build for Me Go home .

I stood up , intending to leave .

But they grabbed my hands , one on each side .

D Sweetheart , weve been together for so many years .

We have feelings , dont we ? Please , just reconcile with us , Mom pleaded , her eyes brimming with tears .

We will do everything to make it up to you in the future .

Forgive us , please .

We know we were wrong.

Dads voice cracked as he sobbed .

Their desperate display drew the attention of the people around us .

Whispers filled the air as strangers turned to watch the scene unfold .

I frowned , my patience thinning .

Look around .

If this continues , how will I ever finish my studies ? Are you trying to drive me to my breaking point ? Their hands faltered as they glanced around at the onlookers .

Leave me alone , I sighed , exhaustion seeping into my voice .

They exchanged a look before reluctantly letting go .

Maybe one day Ill forgive you , but certainly not now .

Without another glance , I strode away , my heart pounding as their cries intensified behind me .

But I didnt turn back .

Instead , I quickened my pace , vanishing into the sea of people .

I thought they would give up after that , but I was wrong .

Instead , they began showering me with gifts .

Every day , they sent food and the latest electronic devices tablets , phones , laptops always the most expensive models .

They even sent jewelry , each piece worth a fortune .

As a result , I found myself the target of envy , hated and threatened by those who wanted my things .

I was even followed by thieves , leaving me feeling constantly on edge .

I couldnt take it anymore .

So , I donated everything they gave me to charity , refused to see them and informed the college about the situation .

I also sought help from the professor .

He devised a plan : I would join a confidential research project and if my parents asked , the college would have no record of my whereabouts .

It was a perfect solution .

The day before I joined the project , I received a card from Mom and Dad .

Were sorry , sweetheaet .

We didnt realize that sending you gifts would attract the wrong kind of attention .

We didnt think it through .

We will find another way to make it up to you , until the day youre ready to forgive us .

I didnt reply .

Once inside the secret research program , my days became monotonous , but also peaceful .

There were no more interruptions from Mom and Dad .

Just pure focus on research and self improvement .

I found that I enjoyed this kind of life .

The head of the lab even remarked that I was born to be a researcher , someone who could endure solitude and isolation .

Two months later , I finally got a short break a two day vacation .

During that time , I spoke with the professor over the phone .

He told me that my parents had finally returned home .

But that wasnt all .

He also revealed another shocking truth .

The old nanny who had once called me ugly , the one who had convinced my parents to push me aside , ha hidden agenda all along .

Celline was her granddaughter .

Her plan had always been to switch me out , allowing her own flesh and blood to live in luxury .

And once my parents were gone , Celline would claim the family fortune as her own .