After Winning $60 Million, I Cut Off My Toxic Relatives

Dad got a rare genetic disease. I sold the house and the car to scrape together money, but it still wasn't enough.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I @-tagged those so-called elders one by one in the family group chat.

"Aunt Anna, when Marcus got married, you borrowed $100,000 from my dad for the house. Time to pay it back, right?"

"Uncle Charles, when Brittany was job hunting, you borrowed $50,000 from my dad to grease some palms. She's been working three years now—your finances should be looking better, right?"