My Future Self Exposed My Mom’s Secret Sacrifice Chapter 04

My Future Self Exposed My Mom’s Secret Sacrifice Chapter 04

The next morning, I walked into the dining room and spotted two unfamiliar figures sitting on the

main sofa.

Liora sat beside a middle-aged woman who shared faint matching facial features with her.

The woman draped Seraphina’s designer shawl over her shoulders, acting as if she owned the

entire estate.

She lifted her eyes to glance at me, her gaze full of unmasked contempt.

She waved a hand to signal the housekeeping staff.

“Pack all her belongings and move them out.”

She tossed a half-hearted fake smile my way afterward.

“My daughter loves all the natural sunlight in this bedroom. It’s hers now.”

“You can either board at Holloway High’s dormitory or sleep in the storage closet-whichever you

prefer.”

My knuckles whitened where I gripped the stair railing, and a bitter laugh bubbled out of me from

pure rage.

“This entire manor is registered under Seraphina’s name.”

The woman didn’t flinch, meeting my stare with provocation.

“Kian said all household decisions fall to me from now on. Take it up with him if you have complaints.”

Kian and Jasper came down the staircase right at that moment, walking straight over to her without a glance my way.

Kian wrapped an arm around her shoulder affectionately, and Jasper called her Aunt in a warm,

familiar tone.

Kian turned to me then, plastering a fake gentle smile across his face.

“She only wants you to learn independence now that you’re older.”

“Speaking of today-it’s your 18th birthday, the official age of full legal autonomy. I prepared a

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special gift for you.”

He nodded toward Jasper, who carried a thick manila folder over to me.

I skimmed the first page, and all color drained from my face instantly.

It was an indebtedness invoice totaling nine million dollars.

My eyes flooded with hot tears, my jaw tight with rage.

“What’s this supposed to be?”

Jasper’s voice turned icy, no trace of softness left.

“This is the full tally of every cent spent raising you over the years. You carry the Voss surname

instead of Hale-paying us back is only fair.”

Liora leaned forward to peek at the paperwork, eyes lighting up excitedly.

She threw herself into Kian’s arms, whining sweetly.

“Dad, isn’t this the nine-million-dollar trust fund you promised to set aside for my future

security?”

Kjan stroked her hair gently, his tone soft and adoring.

“That’s exactly it, smart girl.”

He glanced back at me with patronizing pity.

“If you can’t pay the full amount upfront, we can set up a low-interest payment plan for you.”

Liora lifted her chin high, her words sharp and arrogant.

“You were right about one thing, Elowen. Stuff you don’t earn with your own money always feels

better.”

The absurd unfairness of everything crashed over me all at once.

I grabbed the invoice and tore it into dozens of crumpled pieces.

“I won’t sign this.”

The air in the living room went dead silent.

The woman curled a mocking laugh, tapping Liora’s wrist as a silent signal.

Liora immediately put on a dramatic, terrified act, screaming shrilly.

“My couture designer bracelet’s gone!” She pointed straight at me, fake tears spilling instantly.

“Elowen stole it out of jealousy, Dad!”

Kian pulled out his phone and dialed a number without hesitation.

Within ten minutes, a pair of private crisis intervention contractors Kian had illegally hired burst through the front doors ten minutes later.

Lead Supervisor Ronan Flint sized me up with malicious eyes and nodded to Kian.

“We’ll wear her down to cooperate with your household rules, sir.”

Kian stared at me with cold detachment.

“Just make sure she’s unharmed when you hand her back.”

They grabbed me roughly by my hair to drag me toward the entryway, and I snarled threats of civil lawsuits against every one of them as I struggled.

I shook with unbridled anger, eyes burning red as they grabbed me roughly by my hair to drag me

toward the door.

I shot Kian and Jasper a venomous glare as I passed them, my voice raw and hoarse.

You’ll live to regret how you treated me one day.

They were seconds from hauling me fully outside when the estate’s front gate crashed open with a brutal kick from private security.

A sharp, icy female voice cut through the entire room.

“Kian. Who gave you permission to send my daughter to a youth detention facility?”