My mother could not understand why I had changed so much.
"Elena, what's going on? You’re not like this. Why did you transfer the house to Brian? Don’t you realize what kind of people your father and grandmother are? Giving them this house is like throwing it away."
Hearing this, I frowned. "Dad, do you really prefer boys over girls? Is Brian the only one who matters to you?"
Gerald quickly shook his head. "Of course not. Both you and Brian are my children. I asked you to transfer the house to Brian for the good of our Dalton Family."
I did not respond immediately but hesitated. "But why don't you give your house to Brian instead? Why does it have to be mine?"
Gerald, perhaps sensing that I might regret my decision, quickly added, "I want to give you this house. Didn’t your grandma say it’s closer to your company, making it more convenient for you to live here?"
"How about this? Let’s go transfer the ownership tomorrow. This small house will be in your name and your new, larger house will go to your brother. How does that sound?"
Anyone could tell that the two houses were of vastly different values, but I smiled and nodded eagerly. "I know my dad has always been the best to me, so let’s do it."
The next morning, I locked my mother at home and went to the transfer center in a grand manner. By the time my mother arrived, the transfer was already complete.
My large flat had been transferred to Brian and Gerald had also transferred the old, small house to me. Everything was settled and my mother fainted on the spot.
But I did not feel any sympathy for her. Instead, I frowned and muttered, "I initially thought I wouldn’t do anything to her because she’s my mother, but seeing her like this now, I can only cut ties for the sake of justice. Otherwise, you, Mrs. Grayson and my brother will never have peace."
Over the next six months, I manipulated and deceived my mother into divorcing Gerald, allowing Vanessa and Gerald to marry and become a family.
To keep my mother from disrupting my father's new family, I forced her to live with me in the old house, threatening to go as far as to die rather than let her cause any trouble.
Martha was obviously pleased. "This is all due to my strict upbringing. Girls need firm discipline. How else could they live well now?"
Although my mother was furious with me, she understood that I was her daughter, born after two days and nights of difficult labor. She knew I wasn’t someone to make empty threats.
To prevent me from making any rash decisions, she had no choice but to live with me in the decaying house, sighing in frustration every day.
During these six months, I regularly sent money to my father, making sure Gerald could pay off the mortgage. I even gave him a few thousand extra each month, ensuring that they lived comfortably, even better than what I had promised them before.
Gerald and Martha were initially skeptical of my words, but now they were left speechless. Even Vanessa praised me, saying that I was more like a daughter to her than her own.
Six months passed like this and one night, I finally received a call from Gerald.
His voice was frantic when he said, "Hurry, Elena, bring the property certificate. We’ll transfer the ownership tomorrow morning. We’ll give the large flat back to you and you can just give me the old house."
I pinched my thigh hard to suppress my laughter.
At last, the day I had been waiting for had come!
