Chapter 8. The Heir

I heard the phone ring and woke up. My mother was still fast asleep in bed, her ventilator making a soft noise. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that I had been asleep for five hours. It is evening now, and my head is still aching and dizzy.

I clicked on the phone screen without even paying attention to who the caller was. My father’s loud voice rang out.

“Esther, you, bitch. Where are you? Go back to Joan’s mansion, I have something to talk to you about, not about inheritance.”

“I’m not going back there. You locked me there like you’re putting me in a prison, and yet you think I’ll go back there? Never.”

Was he angry and yelling at me? I’m the one who should be angry. Immediately, I hung up the phone and turned off the power. I don’t want him to contact me, and I also want to cut ties with Joan’s family. I hate my own name.

At first, I thought of leaving the inheritance money to them and only taking a little to take care of my and my mot