"Gotta go—bus is here. Your dad and I are getting on, okay? Signal's terrible here, hanging up."
Right after I hung up, a message from Vivian popped up at the top of my screen.
She'd sent me a screenshot of a transfer.
Split into three payments, totaling 1.3 million.
The source account was my parents' retirement card. I'd been depositing into it for three years; I knew that number by heart.
"Thank you, Dad and Mom, I got it! I love you guys so much. When the baby grows up, I'll tell her too—that she's a child who grew up being doted on by Grandpa and Grandma!"
My fingertips trembled. My heart actually skipped a beat.
Just as I was about to reply, she withdrew it.
"Sorry, sis, sent it to the wrong person."
"You didn't see anything, right?"
I didn't reply. Those screenshots kept flashing before my eyes.
One million was what I'd desperately saved up for the family after I started working.
Three hundred thousand was my parents' retirement money.
They hadn't kept a single cent for themselves.
And they hadn't spent any of it on me or my child either.
They gave it all to Vivian.