Chapter 4The Rebellious Canary

As soon as they saw me, their faces were filled with hostility. They rushed up cursing and pointing at my nose, launching into a barrage of insults.

Especially my mom, she looked like she wanted to stab me right then and there.

The fact that I was suing them made her feel incredibly humiliated.

In her logic, she could abandon me and torture me as she pleased, but I absolutely could not blow this matter up, and certainly couldn't let outsiders know about her heartlessness.

"Chloe Vance! You ungrateful wretch! I didn't know you were this capable, daring to sue your own parents!" My mom glared at me with wide eyes, angrily rebuking: "If this were ancient times, an unfilial daughter like you would definitely be dragged to a pond and drowned alive!"

My dad started threatening me as soon as he opened his mouth: "Don't think that suing me will get you any benefits! You know my temper. If you push me over the edge, I'll do anything! Beating you to death would be getting off easy. If I really go all out, I'll sell you abroad and make you wish you were dead!"

Faced with their endless stream of insults and vicious threats, I remained calm throughout, not offering a single word of rebuttal.

It wasn't until they cursed themselves dry and couldn't think of any new words that I slowly opened my mouth to explain: "Did you guys not understand? I'm suing you to revoke your guardianship, not to force you to keep spending money to raise me."

When I said this, the hostility on their faces instantly froze, and a clear look of confusion flashed in their eyes.

Obviously, they didn't know what "revoking guardianship" meant at all, and thought I ran to the court to sue them to force them to pay up and continue raising this burden of a child.

I tilted my head up slightly, looking at them calmly, and explained word by word.

"Haven't you two always wanted to get rid of me completely? As long as you cooperate with me and insist in court that neither of you is willing to raise me, the court will agree to revoke your guardianship."

"When that time comes, I'll be sent to an orphanage. I'll live in the orphanage from then on, and I will never bother you again, nor will I spend a single cent of your money."

Hearing this, the expressions on their faces finally began to soften.

My dad spat impatiently: "You brat, why didn't you say so earlier! Made me worry for nothing, thinking I'd have to keep paying child support and delay my remarriage!"

The corner of my mouth hooked up slightly, revealing a perfectly obedient, shallow smile. My tone was soft, yet every word poked right at their desires:

"Aren't you two still counting on me to take care of you and bury you when you grow old? If the orphanage doesn't take me in, and you're not willing to spend money to raise me, I won't even live to grow up. When that time comes, who will provide for you?"

As soon as my words fell, they shared a very knowing look. From the depths of their eyes, I could clearly see a gleam of secret joy.

I knew too well what they were rejoicing about: they wouldn't have to spend a dime raising me, and later, when I grew up, I would still obediently provide for them.

In their eyes, this was simply a highly profitable deal. Why wouldn't they do it?

"Fine! Got it!" My mom still didn't give me a good look, her brows tightly knitted: "But you have to swear that when I'm old, you must provide for me well!"

I agreed without hesitation, my tone sincere and obedient: "Do I even need to swear? Mom, don't you know me? When you're old, as long as you call me, I will definitely run to your side immediately, serve you meals and dress you, and I will absolutely not let you suffer a bit."

Seeing this, my dad quickly stepped forward, afraid of being left out: "And me! Chloe, you can't forget your dad. When I'm old, you have to serve me the same way!"

"I won't forget either of you," I said clearly, though my eyes remained completely flat.

With my guarantee, and fully understanding that going to court this time would only benefit them without any drawbacks, they finally agreed to cooperate with me.

My dad and mom certainly didn't "disappoint" me. When it came to things that benefited them, they didn't need any urging from me; they would try their absolute best on their own.

In court, no matter what the judge asked, my dad steadfastly refused to take me, even saying he'd rather go to jail than raise me. My mom did the same.

Ultimately, the court ruled according to the law, revoking the guardianship of both my parents, and authorizing the civil affairs department to exercise guardianship on their behalf. I also successfully secured my eligibility to enter the orphanage, finally and completely breaking free from them.