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Chapter 1

The day my SAT ended, I thought I would be greeted with flowers and a hug.Instead, I got a "Family Employment Contract."My father sat on the couch, spinning a pen between his fingers, studying me like I was a candidate fresh out of college."Sit."He pointed at the stiff wooden chair across from him.Two documents lay on the coffee table. One was my acceptance letter from a top-tier college, majoring in a high-demand field.The other was the contract."Walter, congratulations on completing all K-12 objectives. Per our prior verbal agreement, you've achieved an S+ performance rating."My eyes lit up, my heart racing."So… The 5,000-dollar bonus?"I had nearly killed myself for that money.In my senior year, I barely slept a full night. Practice tests piled up high enough to fill the whole room, and my hair fell out in clumps.My father smiled. "As for the S+ bonus distribution, after careful consideration, I've decided on a resource reallocation."I froze. "What does that

Chapter 2

College life, for me, was a survival game.To make sure that the remaining 150 dollars didn't get wiped out, I lived like a machine.Every morning at 6 a.m., I was up memorizing vocabulary. To save money on breakfast, I drank water from the tap to fill my stomach.The cheapest veggie dish in the dining hall was about three bucks. I would only get one serving each time and just keep going back for more rice since that was unlimited.When my roommates invited me out for food, I always said I was "cutting weight." When the class went out to eat, I always had "something else."Before long, I became the weird guy in class.I didn't care. I just wanted to survive.But the body isn't a machine.When the first winter flu hit, I went down hard. My fever spiked to 104°F. It felt like I had been thrown into a furnace, heat seeping into my bones.I lay on my dorm bed, too weak to even get up and pour a glass of water.My phone buzzed.It was "Mr. Baker," the name I had saved for my fath

Chapter 3

After selling my blood just to stay alive, something in me changed for good.I stopped sending my father those desperate messages. I still turned in the weekly reports, but they were nothing but copy-pasted filler, empty words that said nothing.I started taking on every job I could find.Picking up packages for people, bussing trays in the dining hall, tutoring on weekends, even posing as a paid model for art students.If it made money and wasn't illegal, I did it.One afternoon, right after I got back from a tutoring session, I saw my father standing outside my dorm building.The moment he spotted me, he raised his voice. "Walter!"My chest tightened."I hear you've been very busy lately." He walked up to me."Running side gigs unrelated to your primary responsibilities. Did you think the contract was just for show? If your Aunt Cecelia hadn't told me, I wouldn't even know you had the nerve to take on private work behind my back!"My aunt, Cecelia Baker, lived nearby, so it

Chapter 4

As finals approached, I basically lived in the library.When grades came out, my GPA was 4.2, ranked first in my major.I received a 4,000-dollar national merit scholarship, plus 1,500 from the school for making the Dean's List.I took photos of the certificates and sent them to my father right away, adding just one line: [S+ performance achieved. Please fulfill the agreement.]He didn't reply.So I went home in person, transcript and certificates in hand, ready to talk about "fulfilling the agreement."The moment I pushed the door open, the house was buzzing.Aunt Cecelia was there too, the same one who had exposed my part-time jobs. The coffee table was stacked with gift boxes.Harry sat in the middle, clutching the latest top-of-the-line iPhone, completely absorbed in a game."Well, look who's back. Our little genius," Aunt Cecelia said while munching on trail mix, her tone dripping with mockery. "Heard you did pretty well this time. Got a scholarship, huh? Shouldn't you

Chapter 5

"You're done?"My father's voice shot up."Walter, get this straight. You're the one who can't live without me. Not the other way around."Didn't I already confiscate your little stash? Do you even have a single dollar on you right now?"You want to walk away? Fine. Pay back 18 years of child-rearing costs, principal and interest. That's a million dollars. If you can come up with that, you can get out right now."If you can't, then you'd better stay in line and do as you're told!"A million!The number crushed down on me so hard that I could barely breathe. He wasn't trying to control me anymore. He was trying to bury me."I told you, a deal's a deal." Harry stood up and blocked my way. "If you don't have the money, don't act tough. Just apologize to Dad, and this will all blow over."My fists clenched so tightly that they hurt.My father glanced at me, cold and distant. "No dinner for you tonight. Go reflect on yourself. When you've figured things out, come find me."Then

Chapter 6

My mother? An inheritance?I froze. "That's not possible. My dad said… The money was already gone.""Mr. Lionel did manage a portion of the liquid funds, but that was only a small part," Tony said calmly. "Before your mother passed away ten years ago, she entrusted our firm with notarizing a special will. She anticipated certain possibilities, so the conditions for activation were specific.""What conditions?" I held my breath."You had to turn 18, and there had to be an irreconcilable conflict between you and your father, both financially and in daily life." Tony paused. "Ms. Reagan believed that only then would you truly need this protection."A chill ran down my spine.My mother had seen all of this coming."Then… What exactly is the inheritance?" My palms were sweating."Your mother left you a 30% stake in a cultural media company called Everglory Media. Based on current market evaluations, the company maintains an annual profit of over 2.5 million dollars. Your thirty perc

Chapter 7

My new phone was set up quickly, and Tony sent the message to my father exactly as I had instructed.With Tony's help, I used an advance on my dividends to rent a fully furnished apartment downtown.Over on my father's side, things blew up exactly the way I expected. I shut off my old phone. The new one only accepted calls from Tony and a few people I trusted.Even so, calls and messages from relatives flooded in nonstop.The first call was my father, screaming like he had lost his mind."Walter, what the hell is this supposed to mean?! You hired a lawyer? You think you're all grown now?"The second was Aunt Cecelia, laying on the guilt."Walter, your father's so angry he's about to get a heart attack! How could you take your own dad to court? Have you been led astray by people outside? For all it's worth, he raised you for 18 years. He fed you, clothed you. You can't be this cruel!"Tony recorded every call and calmly informed them that all matters should go through legal chan

Chapter 8

My father's "blood is thicker than water" tactic didn't work on me, but that didn't mean he gave up. He just switched strategies.This time, he used Harry.One evening, I got a call from an unknown number."Walter! Where are you? Dad froze my card! I can't keep going to my prep classes!"The second I heard his voice, I shut it down. "Didn't I already tell you? Your problems have nothing to do with me.""How is it nothing to do with you? Dad said you're holding Mom's inheritance, and now you don't care about us anymore! Don't be so selfish, okay? I'm your brother. If you don't help me, who will? You've got money now. What's a few thousand dollars to you?" he yelled. The entitlement in his voice was unreal."Oh, really?" I shot back. "Didn't he tell you that inheritance belongs to me alone? As for your tuition, that's his responsibility, not mine. Don't call me again."I hung up.Just like I expected, the next day, while I was eating in the campus dining hall, Harry showed up w

Chapter 9

The news that Harry had been hit with a major disciplinary strike and was facing possible expulsion crushed my father.He didn't contact me for a full day.I thought maybe he had finally accepted reality. I was wrong.The next day, a video blew up on social media.In it, my dad sat in front of the camera, crying so hard that he could barely speak.He accused me of cashing in on a massive inheritance after getting into a top university, then turning my back on my family, suing my own father and brother, and even having my brother beaten badly enough to land in the hospital.There wasn't a word about the insane KPI contract, about how he cut off my living expenses, and how he refused me money when I had a fever.At the end of the video, he covered his face and choked out, "I don't know what I did wrong. I just wanted my kids to be okay. Now my family's gone, and my son's about to get expelled… What's the point of me even living anymore?"It was a flawless performance.And it w

Chapter 10

My father and Harry lost everything.My father got fired. Neighbors whispered behind their backs. In the end, even their landlord kicked them out, saying they were "hurting the community environment."Relatives who used to line up to flatter them now avoided them like the plague.On a stormy night, they showed up outside my upscale apartment building.Through the glass doors, my father saw me and kneeled right there, begging for forgiveness.He slapped his own face over and over, crying like he was breaking apart."Walter, I was wrong! I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I'm not even human. I'm a terrible father. Please, just forgive me this once."Harry kneeled beside him, his head lowered and his eyes hollow.His voice shook as he pleaded, "I messed up. I don't want to end up working security… My life isn't supposed to end like this…"I gave a small nod to the security guard at the entrance."Let them in."I poured them each a cup of hot water and sat across from

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