Chapter 51

Dana’s POV

My letter reached the recipient successfully, and the recipient arrived in good time. I looked down from the terrace and saw my mother’s car drive in. It wasn’t the same car I had seen her with merely three weeks ago when I went visiting. That was what she used the money I gave her on—to fund her lavish lifestyle.

My mother was...a whore. That was the nicest way to put it. She was also the most selfish person I had ever met. My father passed away when I was really young. I didn’t have the luxury of meeting him properly. After he passed away, my mother had to look after me on her own. She worked at a brothel at the time, and when I had grown up a bit, I started to work there with her too. It was a popular one in my town, popular because it was the only one in the small town.

My mother used to tell me that I ought to be grateful for her because, without her, I would have died of hunger. But that was a bloody lie.

First off, it was her duty to feed he