I Disowned My Ungrateful Mother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

I stood outside the private dining hall. Laughter and cheerful chatter drifted out from inside, but I felt chills spreading through my body. The gold in my hands felt heavy. I imagined it mocking my own foolish love. “That’s not quite fair. A party this big couldn’t have been cheap. Both of your daughters work hard to earn money, and one stays close to keep you company. You really are blessed.”Mom’s expression immediately soured. “Yeah? Who knows what she does out there, or where her money comes from? All she does is embarrass me.“Thankfully, Jessie knows the hotel owner. Mary could never have booked such a high-end venue.”The crowd’s attention shifted instantly to Jessie, who was sitting right beside Mom. She smiled faintly, “Mom, you worked so hard raising us. This is nothing. As long as you are happy, that’s all that matters.”“As for Mary, I saw her a few days ago getting out of an old man’s car. Maybe her work really is that busy.” The room fell into an awkward silenc

I fully covered her university tuition and living expenses. She often complained that she never had enough money, yet those complaints coincided with a sharp rise in nightclub visits. She could spend one or two thousand dollars in a single night.I told her to stop going to those places and put more effort into her studies. She did not listen at all and even accused me of being old-fashioned and meddlesome. She said she was already an adult and asked what was wrong with having a drink or two.She was not entirely wrong. Having some fun was part of adulthood, so I did not press the issue further. I only reminded her to protect herself and avoid questionable characters.The problem was her good-girl pretenses in front of Mom. She hid all her crazy nightlife from Mom on Instagram. “Jessie, take out your phone and show it to everyone. My daughter would never do something like that!” Mom shot me a glare and demanded that Jessie hand over her phone.Jessie did not respond after a long

“This is my daughter’s home. What law am I breaking by entering my own daughter’s place? On what grounds are you arresting me?” I heard Mom’s voice before I even stepped into the police station. “If that’s the case, why did you pry open your daughter’s door lock to get inside?” asked the police officer. That shut Mom up instantly. I walked in just then. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “Mary! Tell the police it was all a misunderstanding!” I went over and saw Mom sitting beside Jessie. Both of them looked disheveled, their hair a mess, faces dusty and miserable.An officer stepped forward and asked me, “Are they your family? Were you aware that they forced open your door lock?” “Of course, she knew. It’s just a door lock. What’s there to make a fuss about? Mary, hurry up and tell them to let us go.” Mom snapped before I could answer. She wanted me to speak up for her, but even begging had its own etiquette. I shook my head and said calmly to the officer, “They are my m

“I don’t have much cash flow either. What exactly is your startup plan? Tell me,” I asked. “We’re going to open a boutique coffee shop. We would also sell desserts, hire a few influencers to promote it, and it would definitely take off. “Don’t worry, Mary. Just treat it as a loan. Once I start making money, I’ll pay you back.” I had years of working experience. I could tell at a glance that her plan was doomed. “I don’t think this will work. The coffee market is still oversaturated. Boutique coffee has no competitive edge anymore. I support you starting a business, but you need a different plan.”“You never tried. How do you know it won’t work? Just give me thirty thousand dollars as startup capital. Whether I lose or make money, I’ll pay you back. Alright?” Mom slammed the table. “It’s only thirty thousand. Why are you so stingy? You’re her sister. Who will help her if you don’t?” The familiar emotional blackmail made my head ache. I lost my appetite and set my cutlery do

I quickly settled into the new environment after moving to the new city. I no longer sent Mom money, and she did not reach out to me either. I did not feel sad. On the contrary, I felt light and relieved. It was like I had finally put down some heavy baggage. Jessie’s so-called coffee shop never opened. Mom did not seem to care. She would believe whatever Jessie said.One day, I was doomscrolling TikTok when I suddenly came across a familiar account. They wore full-faced helmets, but I recognized them instantly from their figures. It was Jessie and Ken. The account was filled with videos of the two of them riding the bike at high speed along winding roads. The footage was terrifying to watch. Yet those videos brought them a great deal of attention. The more dangerous the ride looked, the more likes they received. I watched only a few before closing the app and blocking the account. I did not dare to watch any more of them.If Jessie insisted on gambling with her life, tha