Part 3My Elite Parents Called Me an Idiot and Chose a Genius Daughter Instead

After dinner, the family of three returned to their upscale apartment in the city.

The apartment was warm, filled with the faint scent of lavender.

Jacey went to her room to take a shower.

Mom seemed determined to get rid of all the "bad luck" from that day, so she walked into my room.

It was a tiny bedroom converted from a storage closet that was only a few square meters wide.

She searched beneath my pillow and found a drawing.

It was another family portrait I secretly drew. In it, I was hiding in the corner with a caramel in my hand.

Mom held up the drawing for Dad to see.

"Even her drawings are so clumsy. With a genetic defect like this, no amount of teaching will help her."

Dad glanced at it and snorted. "A failure is a failure."

Jacey came out after her shower. When she saw the drawing, her eyes flickered.

She walked over and snatched it away.

"It's hideous! Keeping something like this in our home only lowers our standards!"

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She tore the drawing to pieces in front of Mom and Dad.

"Throw it away! Throw every last piece away!"

Mom not only failed to get angry but nodded approvingly. "Jacey is right. We can't keep trash in the house."

She fetched a broom and personally swept the scraps into the trash can.

I floated beside the trash can and stared at the torn smile on the paper.

[Mom, I spent so long drawing that.

[I wanted to make you and my sister look beautiful. I thought you might like me then.

[I'm sorry. I made more trash again.]

Just then, Mom noticed the blackboard hanging on the wall.

On the left were Jacey's math competition awards and an upward-sloping grade chart.

On the right was my intellectual disability assessment, with the words "severe intellectual disability" circled in red.

Mom pointed at the blackboard and used the moment to teach Jacey a lesson.

"Jacey, look. This is why we love only you. You represent the future."

"And she…"

Mom pointed at the assessment. "She is nothing more than a biological accident."

Jacey smiled proudly and threw her arms around Mom. "You're the best, Mom."

After clearing away all that trash, Dad checked the time.

"Come on. We're going back to Willow Creek."

Mom looked reluctant. "Do we really have to go this late?"

"We need to bring Mom home before she starts spreading gossip around the town. And Anna went too far this time. We have to drag her back and put her through more severe behavioral correction."

Dad picked up the car keys, his voice filled with condescending authority.

"Bring the copy of ‘Behavior Modification for Children with Special Needs.’ I'll teach her a lesson myself."

They stood up and put on their shoes, taking their time as if they had nowhere else to be.