I paid my own tuition and packed my bags. On the day I left, Mom's eyes were red, and her face was streaked with tears. She didn't want me to go."We could've helped you go to university," she said. "It's not like we can't afford it."Dad, feeling guilty, stood nearby and tried to talk me out of leaving, but I refused. They knew it was because I'd completely cut ties with Whitney.Back when we were at the orphanage, she'd grabbed Dad's hand and begged, "Can we take him with us? I'll be his older sister and take care of him."But she'd never done that. Instead, she kept badmouthing me to Mom and Dad, blaming me for her own mistakes.Sensing how determined I was, Dad sighed and let me go. As I got into the cab, I knew Whitney was watching me from the balcony upstairs, but I didn't bother to look back.During four years of university, I was busy working as a freelance writer for extra money, studying, and doing lab work. Later, my grades improved significantly.The faculty decided
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