The Poor Daughter They Ignored Was Actually A Billionaire Chapter 02
Friday afternoon, I flew into Providence.
No one came to meet me.
No surprise there.
I booked a black car and went straight to my parents’ house in Newport.
Melanie opened the door.
She froze for half a second.
“Elena?”
Her eyes moved over my coat.
Then my watch.
Then my shoes.
She smiled.
A little too brightly.
“Wow. Boston’s been good to you.”
I stepped inside.
Sabrina was in the living room with Elliot and Ethan.
She looked polished from head to toe.
Cream dress.
Perfect hair.
Diamond studs.
The bride.
Her gaze landed on my wrist.
Then my coat.
Her mouth tightened.
“Elena.”
She stood and hugged me.
The hug lasted less than a second.
Then she whispered, “You didn’t have to spend all that money just to impress people.”
I pulled back.
“What money?”
She gave a tiny laugh.
“Come on. We’re family.”
Elliot looked me up and down.
“How many credit cards did you max out?”
Ethan laughed.
“Or are they knockoffs?”
I took off my coat.
“From the day I left home until now, I have never told any of you my income.”
Nobody spoke.
“I’ve never asked any of you for money either.”
Still nothing.
“So where did all of you get the idea that I’m broke?”
My mother came out of the kitchen carrying a casserole dish.
She barely looked at me.
“Because you didn’t finish college.”
She set the dish down.
“What kind of money can someone make answering phones at a clinic?”
My father forced a laugh.
“Come on. Don’t start fighting the minute you get home.”
He patted my shoulder.
“We’re family. Nobody’s judging you.”
I looked at him.
Everyone had been judging me since I walked through the door.
Dinner was already on the table.
Prime rib.
Garlic potatoes.
Mac and cheese.
Roasted salmon.
Ribs.
A giant salad.
Every person had something they loved.
Even the golden retriever under the table had a bowl of beef.
I looked once.
Then twice.
Nothing I liked.
My mother sliced a thick piece of prime rib and put it on Sabrina’s plate.
“Eat. You barely touched lunch. You need energy for tomorrow.”
Then she looked at me.
“Oh, Elena. I almost forgot.”
She wiped her hands on a napkin.
“Your grandmother’s trust finally finished probate last month.”
Elliot straightened slightly.
Sabrina kept eating.
My mother continued.
“There were two larger investment accounts.”
“One went to Elliot.”
“One went to Sabrina.”
I waited.
That was it.
I smiled.
“And mine?”
My mother frowned.
“You don’t have one.”
The table went quiet.
My father cleared his throat.
“Your mother and I talked about it.”
Elliot went to a good school. Sabrina went to NYU and has a real career.”
My mother nodded.
“They have futures.”
I set down my fork.
“So Grandma left money for three grandchildren.”
My mother’s expression changed.
“And you decided only two of them counted.”
“Don’t twist my words.”
“I’m not twisting anything.”
Her palm slammed against the table.
“You haven’t called in ten years, and now you come back acting entitled?”
Sabrina touched her arm.
“Mom, please.”
My mother ignored her.
“We invested in the children who did something with their lives.”
I looked at her.
“You mean the children who impressed you.”
Her face went red.
“God, Elena. You have always been ungrateful.”
She pointed at me.
“If I’d known what kind of daughter you’d become, I should have given you up at the hospital.”
The room went still.
Ten years ago, she had said almost the same thing.
I was seventeen.
She had seen one bad standardized test score.
A mug flew across the kitchen.
It split the skin above my eyebrow.
Blood ran down my cheek.
She had looked at me and said, “I should have known you’d embarrass me.”
What she never knew was that three weeks earlier, I had won a national science competition.
What she never knew was that a professor at Harvard had already arranged a full scholarship path for me into a research program.
What she never knew was that I had left home with one suitcase and never needed them again.
My father laughed nervously.
“Your mother says things she doesn’t mean.”
I looked at him.
“She means them when she says them.”
No one answered.
A few minutes later, my father changed the subject.
“I got Richard Sterling something special.”
He smiled at Sabrina.
“Macallan 25. Had to call in a favor.”
Sabrina’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth.
My father noticed.
“What?”
She looked down.
“Mr. Sterling might not make it tomorrow.”
The entire table froze.