After the Divorce, My Sister Chose Our Rich Dad. She Didn't Know Mom Was the Real Monster. Chapter 2

A few years later, through a stroke of luck, Mom's live-streaming career exploded.

We moved from a rundown rental into a nice apartment complex.

Then from that apartment into a gated mansion community.

Mom's used scooter was traded in for a Mercedes.

And then the Mercedes was traded in for a Porsche.

One day, Mom was driving me out to run errands when we happened to witness a traffic accident.

An e-bike rider was driving the wrong way down the street and crashed into a luxury car.

The owner of the luxury car got out and started screaming, while the e-bike rider just stood there, meekly apologizing.

His teenage daughter was standing to the side, crying her eyes out. Embarrassed by her tears, the man actually kicked his own daughter.

Heartbroken, the girl turned her head, and her eyes met mine through the tinted window of the Porsche.

It was my sister, Lily.

I looked closer at the pathetic, apologizing e-bike rider—it was my dad!

Lily saw Mom and me. Her eyes lit up, and she started chasing after our car like a madwoman.

But Mom just stepped on the gas, driving forward as if nothing had happened.

I hesitated before speaking up: "Mom, that was Lily."

Mom replied coldly: "I saw her. What, do you want to help her?"

I didn't dare make a sound.

Mom let out a cold laugh. "She was so cute when she was little, wasn't she? Now that she's grown up, she's just as ugly as her father. Ungrateful little backstabber. This is karma."

I shut my mouth completely.

Not long after, Lily managed to find my contact info and asked me to meet her.

Sitting in a coffee shop, she cried a river of tears.

"Chloe, you have no idea. Dad is—"

Lily told me that our dad was an absolute fool. He was incompetent, yet incredibly greedy.

A few years ago, listening to the nonsense of his sketchy friends, he ignored our Grandpa's strict warnings and invested tens of millions into a startup.

The company was a complete scam designed to drain his money. Just like that, millions vanished into thin air.

Grandpa was furiously disappointed and kicked him out of the family.

"I thought Dad would learn his lesson, but all he did was party, drink, and sleep around."

After being cut off, Dad spent his nights clubbing.

Taking the terrible advice of his various girlfriends, he went to Las Vegas and threw cash around like water.

Within a few months, whatever millions he had left in his bank account were gone.

Worse, he racked up over six million dollars in casino debt.

Grandpa was entirely done with him and refused to give him a single dime.

Out of options, Dad had to start doing DoorDash deliveries just to survive.

But he was a man who had been pampered his entire life. He used to have a private chauffeur; he didn't even know basic traffic laws.

Not long after he started delivering food, he drove the wrong way down a street and crashed into a luxury car—the exact scene I had witnessed.

In the coffee shop, Lily threw herself into my arms, weeping bitterly.

"Chloe, I saw Mom driving a Porsche and wearing Chanel. Your purse is Dior. You guys must be living such a good life."

"Chloe, can you please go back and talk to Mom? I'm her daughter too. I don't want to live with Dad anymore, I want to live with her."

"She must miss me so much, right? In those first few years after the divorce, she called me all the time, begging me to come back."

Her eyes were full of desperate hope.

But just thinking about my mother made a violent shudder run down my spine.

Finally, I said, "It's best if you don't live with Mom. But... I can give you some money."

Lily snapped her head up, a flash of pure, venomous resentment crossing her face.

But just as quickly, she masked it with a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Chloe. I knew you loved me the most."