My Final Goodbye Broke My Parents
Language: en
It was the third year since I’d severed ties with my parents, and they took me to court. They demanded I pay thirty years of future alimony. They sued me not because they lacked money, but because they wanted to give their adopted son, newly entered into a law firm, a chance to make a name for himself. They knew my health was poor. Because my right kidney had been personally removed by my father, the hospital director, and given to their adopted son. They knew my reputation was in tatters. Because my mother, the lawyer, had set a trap for me to take the fall for their adopted son and go to…