Listening to the announcement asking her to come to the principal’s room, Riya’s face was dark. She was absolutely sure that she did nothing but there were a lot of people who didn’t want her to live in peace.
This annoying Taylor Family even dared to move the school and made them contact her through the announcement.
"What do you want?" Riya was not polite at all when she saw the two people who came to see her, Mr. Taylor and Mrs. Taylor.
"We need to talk," Mr. Taylor replied.
"Talk? I don’t have anything to say to you," Riya replied calmly. Her eyes were staring at the two people in front of her coldly. She had no interest to talk with either Mr. Taylor nor Mrs. Taylor.
Mr. Taylor frowned. "Is that how you talk to your father?"
"My father? My father had died on the day he left me to be burned to death. If not because the neighbor hear my cries, I would have long died," Riya replied with a mocking tone.
Her father and mother’s relationship was very bad when she was young. It was because they have relationship outside of their marriages and didn’t care with each other.
The sweet love with each other turned into deep hatred.
They didn’t care for each other, much less for the child that was supposed to be their crystallization of love.
As a result, when Riya was four years old, she nearly died because her parents were in a cold war and didn’t go back home. She was burned for hours and if not because of the neighbor who heard her cries and sent her to the hospital, she would have died.
That incident also allowed her to be noticed by child service and her parents were monitored. If they were to mistreat her again, the child service will take her away.
And after their divorce, Riya moved from various so called relatives house.
Her existence was nothing more than a burden for these people, a reminder of their failed relationship. So no one was willing to see Riya nor take care of her. Neither her father or mother was willing to do so.
What they wanted the most was to forget about her existence.
"You…" Mr. Taylor frowned in dissatisfaction.
"Am I wrong?" Riya asked back.
Mr. Taylor glanced at the principal who was sitting there helplessly. The principal had his own backing and all, but he always tried to stay away from these rich people’s dispute. No matter which side he took, it would always be trouble.
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"Come with me, we will talk in another place." Mr. Taylor took a deep breath.
"If you want to persuade me to give up my kidney for your good daughter again, let me tell you that I will never agree," Riya cut off Mr. Taylor’s words before he could start.
These two would only find her because of their good daughter’s issue.
Even if Mr. Taylor is her father in terms of blood relationship, but he had never truly fulfilled his duties as a father.
Mr. Taylor’s face sank. "Riya!"
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