Chapter 7
In this life, not only did I win the 100 million lottery, but I also made up for the regrets from the past by getting accepted into the top university in the country.
Walking through the beautiful campus, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. The cloud of gloom that once hung over me had lifted considerably.
I bought a house near the school and invited my grandmother to live with me, hiring a maid to help her.
At the same time, I enrolled in finance–related courses and signed up for several training programs to study finance and wealth
management.
Instead of recklessly spending all the money, I donated 10 million dollars to charity. The rest I used to purchase real estate, and I
entrusted financial professionals to manage my assets, ensuring they grew in value each year.
When I returned to the dorm after class, my roommates looked at me strangely.
“Zoey, is this true?”
I was startled, and one of my roommates showed me her phone.
“Look, these three people claim to be your family. They posted
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on the campus forum, accusing you of stealing the 100 million lottery money from your family and cheating on exams.”
I looked at the pictures and posts in disbelief.
My parents and brother had injured someone, but they were only sentenced to a few months and released after paying some medical fees.
After being released, they somehow found out I was studying here and came to find me.
The three of them went around the campus, crying to the school and teachers.
My name quickly became the talk of the campus. Everyone in my class looked at me strangely; even the counselor called me into the office to ask about it.
“Did you hear the gossip? She actually stole the lottery money from her family. How shameless!”
“Her mom raised her all these years, and this is how she repays her? She would have been better off raising a dog. A dog would at least wag its tail. A person like her only steals money and turns her back on her family.”
“Can the school just expel her already? It’s disgusting to be in the same school as someone like her!”
In class, I felt the jealous, disdainful gazes of my classmates.
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“Zoey is right here.”
At that moment, the class president’s voice rang out.
My dad, mom, and Dylan followed him into the classroom. They scanned the room and finally locked eyes with me.
“You ungrateful thing!” My father cried uncontrollably.
My mother rushed forward, raising her hand to slap me.
“We can barely afford the utility bills, and you’ve stolen 100 million dollars and live like this! Do you want us to die?”
As she said this, she turned to my classmates and shouted, “You’re all university students with good manners. Tell me, isn’t this behavior unfilial? Doesn’t she deserve to be expelled?”
Seeing the disheveled Samuel, the panting Madison, and my brother Dylan with red eyes, the students around us were furious.
“How can she be so ungrateful! She should return the money to her parents right now!”
Someone even started a livestream. “Everyone, take a look! Our school’s ungrateful one, Zoey, has her parents here! It’s said she stole 100 million dollars from her family! One hundred million!”
This topic instantly sparked outrage, and viewers flooded into the live stream. The classroom was also packed with onlookers.
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I stayed silent.
As the noise slowly died down, I looked up, my voice cold as ice.
“Yes, I did take 80 million dollars. But it was all mine.”
