The Price of Being a Daughter

Summary

"Mom, this month's salary is in. Check it." I said while taking off my shoes.

My cousin, Jessica Zhao, was also there. Seeing me, a flash of unnaturalness crossed her face.

Then she put on a sweet smile: "Emma is back. Working so late today, you must be tired."

I ignored her, my gaze landing on the passbook on the coffee table.

"Mom, is that my salary account passbook?" I walked over.

Susan Lee tried to hide it in a panic, but it was too late.

I picked up the passbook and opened it. The balance on the last page showed: $3.28.

I blinked, thinking I saw it wrong.