Mrs. Edith Woods never expected Sandra to be so direct, especially at such a critical moment.
If Sandra really said something like that to the public, she wouldn't see a penny.
More importantly, her daughter had become vicious. She had abandoned them in the country to face the public's wrath without a second thought, completely forgetting how they had raised her.
Now, in this state, she was clearly capable of anything.
Seeing her mother fall silent, Sandra knew her threat had landed.
She crossed her arms, a triumphant smirk on her face, and raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Woods. “And don't forget, the only reason you're getting any money at all is because of me. I'm the one who suffered in there, while you knew nothing.”
“I’m your daughter, and I’m hurt like this, but you didn’t even ask if I’m in pain. All you can talk about is splitting the money, money we might not even get. What if he only gives us a few thousand?”
If they could play the sympathy card, so could she.
It was just talk. Anyone could do it.
Sandra pressed her advantage. “And let me tell you, I’m not going to be the one begging him for money. You want it so badly, you go ask him yourself. You wonder why I abandoned you? It’s because I knew what kind of people you are.”
“All these years, you lived off my money, wore the clothes I bought, used the things I gave you. But the second I was in trouble, you cast me aside without a second thought. And you have the nerve to lecture me? I should be the one lecturing you.”
Deep down, Sandra knew her parents had been decent to her over the years. But their blatant greed now, without a hint of warmth or concern for her well-being, was disgusting.

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