What could ever compare to the whole family gathered around the dinner table, feasting together in lively cheer?
"Are you short of money?"
His tone suddenly changed, growing cold.
"The family sends you an allowance every month—don't you have enough to spend? Why do you need to go out and earn a little extra on the side?"
His voice was severe, almost accusatory.
Vivian's heart clenched with bitterness.
The Prescott Family had a dedicated finance team managing the accounts, every expense meticulously recorded.
Lucia Prescott and Zeke Prescott, as the sons of the family, saw millions in pocket money deposited for them every month.
Everything—food, clothing, shelter, transportation—was top-tier. Everywhere they went, it was luxury cars and designer watches. Their lives were lavish enough to make anyone envious.
But what about her?
She, Vivian Sinclair, nominally the daughter of this household, had never taken a single cent from the family accounts.
