I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 11

I Received a Text from 30 Years in the FUTURE—So I Sent My Billionaire Family to HELL Chapter 11

William didn’t even know how to describe his family anymore.

The Astors had fallen.

The Vanderbilts had declared bankruptcy too. He scraped together whatever little money he had left with his

last breath, bought a run-down house, and moved the whole family in.

James was paralyzed. Elizabeth had turned into a complete lunatic-her daily entertainment was torturing

James.

When she wasn’t doing that, she was wandering around looking for her daughter.

Lucas had a limp now. He was numb, vacant. Spent his days staring into space.

Vivian couldn’t move anything below her neck. All she could do was lie by the window and curse at people.

He didn’t want to deal with her. But she was a Vanderbilt.

One day, a little over a million dollars suddenly appeared in his account. The note read: [Voluntary gift.]

William stood on the rooftop, staring at the giant screen on the building across the street. Celia’s interview

was playing.

“Miss Summers, what about your family…”

“I grew up an orphan. My deepest thanks go to the auntie at the orphanage, and my teachers and

classmates…”

The last breath inside him scattered.