After cutting ties with my family, I'm doing better than all of you

On the eve of my engagement, I handed over a payroll card with $300,000 in savings to my family with both hands.

Mom counted the zeros without even lifting her eyelids, then let out a snort of laughter.

"You've calculated this pretty precisely."

My chest tightened. "What do you mean?"

"You bring back this little bit of money and want to play the hero. Retirement, medical bills—are you planning to just dump all that and never care again?"

She flung the card into my face, eyes full of wariness and disgust.