My Toxic Family Wanted My Millions. I Gave Them a DNA Test Instead

After working for ten years, I sent money home every single month. The amount grew from $500 to $5,000. All of it went down the drain to feed my useless brother.

At the end of the year, my mom called to give me an order. "Your brother is buying a house. Prepare $150,000 for his down payment."

I pretended to be put on the spot. "Mom, where would I get $150,000?"

She screamed instantly.

"Stop lying to me! Your boss told me your year-end bonus was exactly $150,000! Isn't that perfect to pay for Leo’s new house?"