The day I was cast out of the Millers' house happened to be my eighteenth birthday.
"The Millers' obligation to you ends today. From this moment on, you're on your own."
The servants barely cast me a glance as I packed. Only the head housekeeper took pity on me, slipping a stack of cash into my palm to give me a shred of dignity as he walked me to the gates.
The pretext the family gave for throwing me out was flawless. There was nothing I could say to defend myself.
"Alright," I murmured, clutching my small bag of belongings as I turned to leave.
I hadn't gone far before the housekeeper caught up with me again.
"Miss Miller, Mr. Miller has one last word to you."
He handed me his phone, already on speaker. On the line, my adoptive father didn't even bother hiding his utter disgust. "
