Dad compared me to my sister to humiliate me. Then he turned pale and asked, « What money? »

This time, something inside me finally snapped.

I set down my fork and replied calmly, “In that case, Dad, I’ll stop sending the $6,000 every month. Since Khloe is so successful, she can take over your expenses.”

My father stared at me.

His smile disappeared.

“What $6,000?”

I looked at my mother.

She appeared just as confused.

Then my sister’s face turned white.