Betrayed by Family into the Asylum for Wealth

Name: Betrayed by Family into the Asylum for Wealth
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Cornie Lapierre

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My parents value sons over daughters and, for the sake of money, actually sent me to a psychiatric hospital...

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Chapter 7 Revenge

12-10 16:13

Chapter 1 Son Preference

My name was Kimberly, and today I turn twenty-seven.

I was born into a very unfortunate family. I had two elder sisters. When I was born, my family expected a boy, but they were greatly disappointed.

Back then, the family planning policy was strictly implemented. Because of me, my family was fined over ten thousand. Since they couldn't afford it, even our farm cattle and pigs were taken away.

This caused a rift between my grandparents and parents. Firstly, it was because I wasn't a boy. Secondly, it was because the farm cattle belonged to my grandfather.

Therefore, I was never liked by my family since childhood, including my grandparents.

Later, when my younger brother was born, my parents treated me even worse. Because he was an extra child, the fine was doubled. His birth made the already poor family's financial situation even worse.

I started helping with the household chores at a very young age. When I got a bit older, the work I did was more and more tiring.

Not until I was over eight years old did my parents allow me to go to school due to the compulsory requirement of the law.

However, after school, I still had to wash clothes, cook, do my homework and then go to bed.

My two sisters were treated similarly to me. But since there was no fine when they were born, my parents always treated me differently.

It wasn't that they didn't love me. It was just that in rural families, money was highly valued. Back then, over ten thousand dollars was a large sum.

From a young age, my parents taught us to always consider our younger brother, give in to him, and save the money we earned from working outside for his wedding and building a house for the family in the future.

This mindset was deeply ingrained in us.

Children from poor families grow up quickly. Maybe because the work was tiring, I cherished my school time and listened very carefully in class.

My academic performance was excellent, always ranking first in my class.

The teachers liked me and often told my parents to cultivate me well, but they didn't care and were even reluctant to buy a writing notebook.

At the most difficult times, it was the teacher who bought me books.

However, my two sisters weren't so lucky. Because of their poor grades, our parents made them drop out of school and go to work when they were in fourth grade.

During my three years in junior high school, I worked even harder because I was afraid that if I didn't, I would end up like my sisters, losing the chance to study.

Hard work paid off. I was admitted to the No. 1 High School in the county, and even the key high schools in the city tried to recruit me.

It was only then that my parents realized their daughter had academic potential.

While I was hesitating about whether to go to high school in the city, my parents had already agreed on my behalf to the No. 1 High School in the county.

Because going to the No. 1 High School in the county not only waived tuition fees but also provided a monthly subsidy of two hundred dollars.

My three years in high school were the happiest time of my life. Because I finally didn't have to do heavy farm work or listen to my parents' complaints. I only had to go back home during the three-day monthly vacation.

Each・time・I・went・back, ・my・mother・would・remind・me・not・to・aim・for・a・prestigious・university・but・to・choose・an・affordable・teachers'・college, ・so・I・could・return・to・teach・and・take・

I felt wronged and refused to agree.

My parents scolded me, calling me a financial burden, and said they wouldn't pay my tuition even if I got admitted.

I was resolute and applied to the top ten prestigious universities. Eventually, I lived up to expectations and got admitted. As expected, my parents turned their backs on me and threatened not to pay my tuition.

I resolutely left home. Finally, with the help of my teachers and classmates, I managed to get through college by working part-time and relying on scholarships.

After graduation, I happened to catch the booming e-commerce wave and made my first pot of gold by selling facial masks on social media. Then I ventured into the beauty industry.

In just three years, I became the owner of a beauty management company with ten stores.

Although my wealth couldn't compare to that of the real tycoons, having assets worth tens of millions in our prefecture-level city still made me a successful person, especially considering I was a young woman.

This success was attributable not only to opportunities and my own hard work but also to the support of my teachers and classmates. When I started my company, I didn't have sufficient capital and had to take out loans to make up for it.

As I earned more, my parents' attitude changed somewhat.

I didn't hold a grudge against them because, in those days, the preference for sons over daughters was far more prominent, and daughters were always regarded as a financial burden.

I bought them a house in the county and send them five thousand dollars every month for living expenses. After all, family bonds are strong in spite of past grievances, and they did raise me for so many years.

"Mom, Clayton, what brings you here?" After work, I got home and found that my mother and brother had come and were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

My mother was a typical rural woman in her fifties with a sallow complexion. In those years, I hadn't let her do any more work, and her health had improved considerably.

My brother, Clayton, was playful and willful. He just managed to graduate from a junior college.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I said, "Mom, the company has been busy recently. I'll go back to visit you and Dad when things calm down."

To be honest, although I didn't hate them, there was still a certain amount of resentment in my heart.