Richest man’s

Chapter 11

Lucy sobbed again, Sister, I’ve apologized. Why won’t you let them forgive me Do you really only care about your foster parents and not mom and dad

My father was incensed, he raised his hand as if to hit me, but my foster father gripped his wrist tightly.

My foster father roared, Dare touch Kay, and I’ll break your legs!

He, leading a rich and honorable life, naturay didn’t have the strength of my foster father. He swallowed his pride and retracted his hand.

Pailing to hit me, he could only vent his anger by cursing You are a real white–eyed wolf turned towards the outside! My mother was also disappointed in me, Kay, you have the surname Stone, not Hill. How can you side with outsiders Are you so ruthless that you want to see your own sister go to jail Lucy has apologized, and we are also willing to compensate. Their son is alright, isn’t he Kay, just persuade them to sign the Jetter of forgiveness, will you

I looked at the two people who couldn’t tell right from wrong and sneered, Apologize Who wants her apology! If harming someone is okay as long as you apologize, then what is the law for

If I stab Lucy a few times, then apologize nonchalantly, does she have to forgive me too

My mother’s rage reached its peak. KAYA! You are a

disappointment! Lucy is right; you are truly vicious having not grown up with me!

I retorted, Luckily I didn’t grow up with you, otherwise, I might be like Lucy, capable of murder!

Chapter 11

Seeing our argument escalating, my foster mother quickly held

me back.

My father fumed with anger, I disown you as my daughter! If you have any guts, don’t come back!

After saying those harsh words, he left with the ake–crying Lucy and my disappointed mother.

After arguing with my biological family, my foster mother felt very guilty and urged me to go back so that I wouldn’t cause a rift with my parents.

My foster father disagreed, Go back for what To be hit Didn’t you see If it weren’t for me holding your dad back, his slap would have landed on Kay’s face! I say, don’t go back. I’ll work two more jobs; it’s not like we can’t afford to feed you.

My foster mother cried, My poor Kay, you’re being wronged…

I held her rough hand and said, Dad, Mom, don’t worry. They wouldn’t dare hit me. Remember, don’t sign the letter of forgiveness. As for compensation, they will give whatever should be given, to the last penny. I will ensure that justice is done.

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