High temperature doomsday, I took revenge on the biased family

The moment I opened my eyes, my father, John, snatched the university acceptance letter right out of my hand.

“Alright, what’s there to look at? Even if you got into a top-tier university, you’re still a worthless drain on resources.”

“I finally managed to feed you for eighteen years, hoping you’d start earning money to support the family and help your brother, but you just *had* to keep studying. You’re a truly ungrateful, white-eyed wolf.”

My mother, Sarah, was cracking sunflower seeds nearby, her expression sour.