My parents threw me out at twelve for bad grades—years later, they mocked me outside my own company, still not knowing who I had become

She had no idea who owned the company.

And apparently, neither did my parents.

My mother stepped closer, her voice cold. “You should be ashamed after abandoning your family.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

Abandoning.

They threw a child out onto the street.

Then, suddenly, Rachel’s company badge scanner beeped red.

Access Denied.

She frowned. “What the—”

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