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As soon as I finished speaking, the crowd began to discuss. "What does she mean by that?"

"Isn't John Evans a security guard at the gate of the community? How did he suddenly become the big boss?"

“Is there something behind this that we don’t know about?”

Seeing everyone's questioning looks, Dad and Jasmine Evans finally began to panic.

At this time, the mother lying on the ground struggled to open her eyes, her voice was extremely weak.

"That's enough, Ivy Evans."

"It's fine if you squandered all the family money, but how could you slander your father and sister just to get away with it?"

"You can earn money again if you lose it, but once a person's morals are corrupted, their life is ruined!"

"Your father and I are sick, and it's fine if you don't care, but you can't bully your sister like this!"

" What kind of daughter did I raise? You are an ungrateful person, an ungrateful person..."

My mother was so weak that even her voice was trembling. She looked so disappointed and angry with me.

I sneered, as if I had heard a huge joke.

"Ignorant wolf? You said I'm an ungrateful wolf?"

"Then let me show you today whether I have done you any wrong!"

Before I finished speaking, I took out a stack of photos and information. The young female anchor and I had a tacit understanding. She quickly pointed her phone camera at the stack of information and simultaneously showed it to the millions of viewers in the live broadcast room.

The information contained many detailed transaction records, all of which were receipts of my deposits into the bank card. When I deposited less, I deposited fifty yuan, and when I deposited more, I would deposit several thousand yuan.

I looked at the thick stack of receipts and could hardly hold back my tears. Fifty yuan was what I could earn from a day of part-time work. When I thought of my overworked parents and sister, I was reluctant to spend the money, so I deposited it into my bank card. The fifty yuan I saved represented every minute and every second I spent on my part-time job during my youth.

Those receipts of several thousand yuan were the scholarships I earned by studying hard late at night. I was reluctant to spend a penny, even though my clothes were worn and yellowed, and my schoolbag was worn out.

My parents and sister have been working very hard, I want to share more of the burden for them... This thought has been bothering me for twenty years, tormenting me almost every minute and every second.

I looked at Jasmine Evans and asked in a deep voice, "So, the money I spent was earned by myself." "Why are you so angry?"

"Or are you finally tired of playing this game of pretending to be poor?"

Following my questioning, the young female anchor quickly turned the camera and pointed her phone at Jasmine Evans' increasingly gloomy face. At this moment, the comments suddenly changed direction:

"Damn, judging from her sister's reaction, is there really some inside information?"

"Why do I feel like this girl is really hardworking, she's been working part-time to make money, and she's also received a scholarship..."

"The Real World of Dream Gate 2"

“Is this the real-life version of The Truman Show ?” The crowd watching the scene were also puzzled and began to look at each other with suspicion.

But Jasmine Evans thought about it and then became confident. "Even if all this money is earned by you, so what?" "Then your parents have raised you for so many years, isn't it reasonable for you to use the money to treat their illness?"

Her tone was sharp, and she was focusing on me again. After hearing what she said, I just said "oh" nonchalantly, still looking like it had nothing to do with me.

Seeing how indifferent I was, the onlookers started to act like fence-sitters again, accusing and insulting me.

"I think Ivy Evans is really cold-blooded. Her parents got cancer, but she didn't want to pay for their treatment. She even had the nerve to make excuses !"

" Indeed, no matter what, her parents raised her !"

"I think she is just selfish, she only cares about herself and doesn't consider others at all."

"Yeah, no matter how much you wash it, it can't change the fact that she didn't save her parents!"

Amid the angry shouts of the crowd, I calmly pulled out the information from under the photo, and then, enduring the severe pain in my body, handed the information to the female anchor. My tone when I spoke to her was much calmer. "Linda, please help me read it, I really don't have the strength anymore."