Sunk into Depression of Abuse and

My father placed the bank card on the table, calling me the "most capable" in the family, entrusting me with their retirement.

I knew it wasn't trust; it was a trap, a way to access my money through guilt.

My brother, Liam, smirked, reinforcing their expectation that my success was a family resource – primarily for him.

The peace shattered less than a week later when Liam demanded $50,000 for another failed business venture.

When I refused, citing his past failures, he escalated, claiming I was hoarding family money.

My parents, instead of defending me, sided with him, pressuring me to give in.

The climax arrived when Liam physically assaulted me in my apartment, and my own father destroyed my phone to cover it up, blaming me for the outburst.