“Then transfer it now! As soon as I get the money, your mother will come down!” Zebulon held out his hand, so eager he looked like he might snatch the phone from her and do it himself.
Vivica’s heart went cold. She stared at her father, a thousand accusations on the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she said nothing.
What was the use? In their eyes, she was nothing more than an ATM, a tool to serve their precious son.
Taking out her phone, Vivica took a deep breath. “This is the last time. From now on, no matter what trouble your son gets into, I won’t help. I won’t give you another cent.”
“If you don’t help, who will? He’s your brother! It’s an older sister’s duty to act like a mother to him!” Zebulon proclaimed shamelessly.
A nearby police officer couldn’t stand it anymore and interjected, “That saying only applies when the parents are deceased. You’re both alive and well, aren’t you? And you’re already fleecing your daughter to coddle your son?”
“What did you say, officer? I can file a complaint against you for that!” Zebulon threatened.
Vivica transferred the money and said blankly, “The money has been sent. I have to go.”
Without another word, she turned and walked away.
Zebulon looked at his phone, overjoyed. He waved to his wife, shouting, “Come on down! The $400,000 is here! That damn girl really had the money. She just had to force us to make a scene before she’d give it up.”
Hearing this, Evelyn beamed. An officer, worried she’d slip, rushed to help her, but she pushed him away. “I’m fine!”
Seeing her daughter’s resolute back, Evelyn called out, “Vivica? Vivica!”

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