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Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied
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After my SATs are over, I go to the office block with my poverty certificate to apply for a school loan. The staff member glances at my paperwork before turning my application down coldly. "To think that you're already swindling loans from the government at such a young age! High-income families like yours aren't lacking in the money department at all!" At first, I think this is just a misunderstanding. That is, until the staff member passes me the information on my parents. "Your parents have a villa worth 20 million dollars in the city center, whereas your younger brother goes to an elite academy that costs 800 thousand dollars' worth of tuition fees per year! "Tell me, how can someone from your family be eligible to apply for a school loan?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The entire village has raised me since young. For the past 18 years, I've been the only child of an extremely impoverished family. Little do I know that my parents have already formed another family of their own in the city…
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Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 8
One day, while I was in the middle of teaching a class, the principal suddenly knocked and walked into the classroom. He seemed tense as he explained, "Ms. Emerson, someone's looking for you at the school gate."I gently set down the chalk, having already anticipated this. After instructing the children to study on their own, I walked out calmly. When I went downstairs, I noticed two people standing at the school gate. It was my parents."Nicky, why did you leave without telling us? Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?" Mom was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. She stumbled over to me and took my hand. In her eyes, there was both reproach and heartache. Dad also muttered from the side, "Nicky, why did you come all the way to a place like this to teach? If you need a job after graduation, I can arrange one for you. Why'd you come here to suffer?""I've already suffered more than enough. This is nothing," I responded flatly. "Besides, compare
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 7
"I don't want to!" In the blink of an eye, Nolan picked up the plate in front of him and threw it at me. The vegetable soup splattered all over me, dripping down my clothes. The sight infuriated Dad on the spot. He slammed his fist on the table and sprang to his feet. "Nolan, what do you think you're doing? How can you be so rude to our guest? Now, apologize to your cousin and tell her you didn't mean to do that!"Before Nolan could do a thing, I had already backed away from the dining table. My face was stoic as I said, "It's fine. He's just throwing a tantrum. I'll just go to the bathroom and clean myself up."This place, devoid of any sense of belonging, was never my home. It was exactly as my parents had said—I was only a guest.…In the blink of an eye, the first day of college arrived. Dad drove me to the campus in high spirits. Mom sat in the passenger seat, turning back to look at me from time to time, her eyes filled with pure joy. The registration area was packed with
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 6
Clutching my hand, tears trickled down Mom's face. "I know you're still furious, sweetie, but your dad and I truly didn't mean to keep you in the dark. Your younger brother has been delicate since he was a child, and we spoiled him rotten. If he finds out he has an older sister, he'll definitely throw a tantrum. "We were thinking… We'll bring you over to live with us once he's a bit older and more mature." Mom paused for a moment before tightening her grip around my hand. "Your father and I have never, ever thought about abandoning you."…In the days that followed, my parents came to the hospital every single day, bringing all kinds of supplements and carefully prepared food. Both of them sat by my bed and kept me company, telling me they would take me home as soon as I was discharged. They said they owe me for so many years and will definitely make it up to me. I simply nodded half-heartedly as I listened. I had long since stopped expecting anything from them, so how could I
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 5
Mom stared at the phone screen, her eyes widening until her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.The information on the birth certificate was clear on camera. Father: "Niall Emerson."Mother: "Danielle Sinclair."Child: "Nicolette Emerson."Her fingers began to tremble, and her phone wobbled a couple of times in her palm, nearly slipping out of her grasp. Noticing that she looked off, Dad hurried over. "What's wrong, Danielle? You look like you've seen a ghost."Then, he lowered his head to look at the screen, and his entire body stiffened as well. He sucked in a sharp breath, as if something had closed around his throat. The very next second, the two of them looked at me in unison, at the daughter they had stripped bare and humiliated right in the middle of the street. Mom's lips trembled violently, her voice sounding as if it were squeezed out from the depths of her throat. "Nicky… is that really you?"Dad took a step forward as well. The expression on his face
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 2
After hanging up, I didn't head to the bus station to return to my hometown. Instead, I changed direction and walked into the nearest police station. I handed my family registry to the front desk. "Can you process this to show I'm no longer part of this family? I want to register as an independent
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 1
I swallowed hard and handed over the poverty certificate once again. "Ma'am, this has the village committee's official seal on it. Are you sure there hasn't been some mistake?"The staff member sized me up and responded flatly, "Do you honestly think the system could be wrong? Don't think you can c
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 4
As if he had been granted a pardon, Mr. Brown wore an obsequious smile on his face as he dragged me out of the private dining room and threw me out the hotel's back door. "You oblivious fool, you just offended our hotel's biggest client!" he spat. "You can kiss your paycheck goodbye. Now, beat it
Fake Poverty, Real Mansions: My Parents Lied Chapter 3
As soon as her words fell, Mr. Brown kicked the back of my knee. "Mrs. Emerson gave you an order! Don't just stand there gaping. Do as you're told and eat it!"Looking into Mom's venomous gaze, I slowly dropped to my knees and reached for a smashed piece of the cake before stuffing it into my mouth
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