The Million-Dollar Heart

Cassidy swallowed hard, a gesture she'd made countless times while recounting her tale to others.

But no matter if it was neighbors or strangers online, everyone seemed to urge her to let it go, to not dwell on it. Now, finally, someone was willing to believe her.

Her grip on the blanket tightened, her chapped lips barely moving without causing her pain.

But Cassidy didn't care. Her dull, numb eyes stared unblinkingly at Vivienne, tinged with an indescribable hysteria, "My depression isn't because of Julian-it's because of my mom." Her voice dropped as she began to unravel her story.

Cassidy's family was never wealthy, but they were comfortably middle-class. Initially, when it was just Cassidy, Zinnia appeared relatively normal. She wasn't exceptionally nurturing, but she fulfilled her maternal duties.

Everything changed when Cassidy was ten. Her father died in a car accident suddenly.

Around the same time, Zinnia discovered she was pregnant. The settlement from the accident was substantial, but not a cent went to Cassidy's grandparents. All the money was spent on the new baby and Zinnia's living expenses.

Without a job, Zinnia quickly burned through the settlement, struggling to provide for her newborn. Eventually, she sent Cassidy to live with her grandparents in the countryside to save money. Cassidy's voice trembled as she recounted, "Back then, my grandparents didn't even know my father had passed away. I stayed with them until my first year of high school. After they passed away, I managed to reconnect with my mom."

By then, Zinnia had remarried a wealthy old man with no children of his own, coming into a significant inheritance.

school that was beyond the reach of ordinary people! At first, Cassidy thought maybe Zinnia did care about

their massive house alone, cook, and wash clothes for her and her young half-brother to save money. Any mistake resulted in

discovering this, confronted Zinnia multiple times only to be rebuffed

Julian left, Zinnia and her son would gang up on Cassidy, physically and verbally abusing

and Percival listened in silence, Cassidy's eyes red but dry, her voice flat as if she were

her arms, her tone matter-of-fact, "Didn't you ever think of fighting

course, I did. But every time I argued, she'd guilt-trip me

brought me back, paid for my schooling, just to sell me off to old men to fund her and he son's lavish lifestyle! She didn't even wait for me to

recalling that dinner, the lecherous gaze of that man in his seventies or eighties made Cassidy shiver with

been the kindest to me, aside from my

married me off to that old man! I couldn't accept

blunt.

question but

demeanor remained unfazed, as if she'd

the same detached demeanor, leaving Cassidy

some emotion, albeit

at a loss for words, her voice hoarse, her expression

upon hearing her ambiguous plight, would curse Zinnia in

these two so

as if a long movie had just ended, casually rubbing his

good student; surely, you could've thought