Dad’s Secret Daughter Called Herself Heiress, But Mom’s Family Owned Everything Chapter 10

Dad’s Secret Daughter Called Herself Heiress, But Mom’s Family Owned Everything Chapter 10

“Mrs. Morrison, I’m sorry,” Tara said, her voice tight. “I shouldn’t have slandered you without knowing the truth. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I won’t,” Mom replied coldly.

Tara frowned, looking up at us. “You won’t? Then why did you make me apologize?”

“Because apologizing is what you’re supposed to do,” I said, stepping forward. “You did something wrong, so you owe an apology. Whether my mother forgives you is up to her, but you still need to offer one.”

Mom nodded in agreement. “Out of respect for the fact that you are Victor’s daughter, I won’t take it further. But don’t expect any kindness from me either.”

“And one more time: if anyone outside hears about what happened, you won’t like the consequences.”

With that, Mom took my hand and led me upstairs, leaving Dad to deal with Tara.

Dad’s approach was completely straightforward.

He gave Tara two choices.

She could either go back to her adoptive parents and continue her normal life, or she could go back to her biological mother.

Tara obviously wasn’t going to choose her birth mother.

We had heard that her biological mother could barely support herself at this point, let alone pay for Tara’s college tuition.

Yet, going back to her adoptive family felt like a massive defeat.

She looked around our luxurious estate, her voice dripping with resentment.

“You’re really just kicking me out like this? I’m your biological daughter, and you’re abandoning me for a girl who isn’t even yours.”

“I’m not abandoning you,” Dad corrected her, his tone deadly serious. “First of all, I never knew you existed. You were born without my knowledge or consent.”

“Second, you are an adult now, so I have no legal obligation to support you. If you really want me to do something, I can give you ten thousand dollars in support payments.”

“Ten thousand?” Tara shrieked. “You’re treating me like a beggar! The Morrisons are billionaires!”

“The Morrisons’ wealth has nothing to do with me. This ten thousand is coming straight out of my own allowance,” Dad said, looking visibly pained as he pulled out a debit card.

“Can’t you see you have no connection to the Morrison family whatsoever? If we took this to court, I would be considered the victim. This money is already more than generous.”

Tara didn’t take the card. She turned around and stormed out of the house.

After she left, I poked my head over the upstairs railing. “Dad, so you actually have a secret allowance?”

Mom peeked over the railing too, casting a rare look of approval down at him. “Not bad. You handled this very intelligently.”

Dad scrambled up the stairs, immediately handing the card over to Mom. “Since she didn’t want it, I’m surrendering it to you.”

Mom didn’t take the card. Instead, she had someone to deliver it to Tara’s adoptive parents, adding a little extra cash to the balance.

“She might have rejected it, but she is still your biological daughter. Sending this money fulfills your duty to her. If she has any sense at all, she’ll take the hint and never show her face here again.”

I had to admit, no one understood human nature better than Mom.

From that day on, I never saw Tara again.

I later heard that she got into a decent college and started building her own life.

Still, the experience left its mark on her. Having been within arm’s reach of a billionaire’s world, that’s not something anyone could ever forget.

Everett completely vanished from my world as well. Although our families ran in the same social circles, he didn’t dare show his face anywhere near me.

He didn’t have the guts to try groveling or begging for my forgiveness like the toxic male leads in romance novels.

I was simply too powerful.

I was powerful enough to completely crush his family’s business with a single sentence.

Because of that, he stayed as far away from me as possible, terrified that any reminder of his past behavior would trigger my revenge.

But honestly? I had better things to do.

I’d already started taking over the family business, and my parents had settled into a comfortable retirement.

Everything was running exactly the way it was always meant to be.