Fighting My Cruel Father for My Mother's Legacy

My father, Tyler Smith, had been working in Los Angeles for years, but the money he earned was only enough to cover my tuition fees.

To cover my living expenses, I worked part-time while attending middle and high school. On top of that, unscrupulous employers would often underpay me, claiming I was just a child worker.

Finally, I landed a job in Los Angeles as a cleaner for a wealthy family.

The job offered nearly 3,000 dollars a month and came with free room and board, so I quickly packed my bags and went for the interview.

But why was my father in this mansion?