Chapter 6

Caleb gambling wasn’t anything new in my family. In fact, my mom often secretly gave him money to cover his debts. All because he was the son she held dear.

As for me, I was forced to display my severe pica to everyone daily, endure online abuse, and earn money for them, simply because I was a daughter. And my three-year-old sister, even after being tragically shredded to death in the washing machine, they weren't sad at all. Her makeshift funeral was only for the sake of the reporters, also because she was a daughter.

They shamelessly enjoyed all the benefits my sister and I brought them, yet they were too stingy to give us anything in return. Why?

I calmly displayed my fresh wounds to the camera, without saying a word, then simply turned off the stream.

I made a rare post in the fan group the platform had created for me.

[Alice]: Darlings, see you tomorrow night!