Rich Dad, Poor Dad? More Like Goodbye, Dad

Mom hesitated. "But he's so influential. Can we really get a divorce?"

Because we were poor, I was bullied a lot as a kid. Dad never stood up for me, which made me very vengeful. Since he owed us so much over the years, I was determined to make him pay.

I nodded. "Trust me, Mom."

I found Jennifer Aguilar's contact details. Jennifer was the famed news anchor whom Susan had ousted.

"I'll give you a juicy story that can have you restored to your initial position," I told her.

"Alright," she replied.

Yet, the purchase records alone weren't enough to prove Dad's infidelity. Susan's social media posts never revealed his face either.

Thus, using the expensive watch as an excuse, I personally paid her a visit in BC.

After I delivered the watch, she happily fished out her phone and took pictures. She then sent him a voice note. "This is my present to you. Will you pick me up at work later?"

He also responded, and Susan opened it without hesitation. "Susie, your companionship is the best gift I could ask for. You didn't have to get me a present."

Just then, Mom sent me a screenshot.

She'd asked if Dad was coming home for his birthday. She said the only gift he wanted was for her to stop nagging at him and fretting over when he was coming home.

Susan crossed her legs and chuckled softly when she saw my lowered head. "Jealous of my love life, miss? But you're just a retailer for secondhand luxury items. Blame your parents for not raising you properly."

Her words were already sarcastic, but hearing them made it worse.

Dad didn't raise me well, but he treated Susan very well.

When I entered the office building, I overheard many employees gossiping about her incompetence behind her back.

The ratings over the last few days weren't even half of what Jennifer had when she was there.

"I recently started a segment interviewing the poor like yourself. I bet it'll be fascinating."

She kept wiping the watch down with disinfectant wipes.

I had brought the item over wearing gloves, but her gaze was full of disdain for me.

It was as if my blood was tainted.

After she signed the confirmation forms, I left her office. I sat for a long time in the cafe outside BC and waited until the work day ended.

Susan strode out of the building in her heels, and my dad drove there in his sports car. The two embraced and shared a kiss, with Susan chuckling softly as she leaned into Dad's embrace.

I coldly took pictures to show Mom when I got home.

I was worried that she would cave in and beg Dad to come back.

Mom used to try to get close to Dad and be coquettish with him, too, but there was always a hint of disdain in his eyes.

When she saw those pictures, she smiled faintly. "I'm looking at houses. Once we get divorced and I get the money, we can just buy one."

Yet, before I could send all the photos to Jennifer, I received news that something had happened to Mom.