Ch-57 A Sudden pain in brain.

"Did she address you as mother?" Nisho was startled and gobsmacked upon hearing the inscription from the woman beside her daughter.

Then, she recollected her memories that Ely told Mia being victimized by an individual in a case of sexual harassment.

Her view was hot and blurred but a sense of relief washed over her. Because Mia didn't have menstrual cycles, making it impossible for her daughter to be pregnant.

"Um, Dear, may this… lady know about your age?" She still nervously questioned Arle, knowing Mia wouldn't tell the fact, who tilted her head at her and replied nonchalantly.

"I'm over 10 years old; in April, I'll turn 11. Anyway, my name is Arle Hope, Miss white." Arle, who has a lot of wisdom from each great family from the organization, slightly bowed before diverting her concentration back to her mobile device.

"You didn't respond to my query." I frowned, observing how my mother ignored my presence, just like in the past.

"Eh... Ah, That... well... Um, We cannot obtain those documents until the next 10 days due to a governmental issue." Nisho, quickly shakes her negative conclusion and changes the topics.

"Hoh! Isn't this an excuse?" I mockingly gazed at her, "Do you think I'm a fool? Okay, Fine, I will handle it."

I contacted Zeno, which was instantly answered on the other end.

"Greetings, Master, how may I assist you?"

"Zeno, could you prepare a name change petition form for me? Perhaps you could accomplish it within two days, but it would be preferable if you can expedite the process."

Zeno felt a chill run down her spine. It had been a considerable time since she last received commands with such coldness from her superior.

"... Understood, I will have it ready and contact you once I get my hands on it."

"Excellent!" I hanged the call and looked at Nisho's visage, who was panting somewhat heavily, and I saw perspiration on her brow and grinned maliciously.

"If you postulate that you can exert authority over me or something similar, I currently pack sufficient wealth to sever all connections, both documented and through legal proceedings."

"I wondered... hehehe~~ The extent of detriment you're capriole to bear. It would be advisable to consent amicably. If the matters escalate to the judiciary, I shall reveal to the world the manner in which you all treated me."

"I contemplate the public's reaction, should they become knowledgeable of the fraudulent schemes perpetrated by the White household."

If the world discovered about my situation - Mia, who had run away from home but then returned only to swiftly sever ties.

Several prominent families would undoubtedly be consumed by curiosity.

… Teeheehee, just like the saying goes; curiosity killed the cat. They would stab it to uncover numerous details about the White family's affairs.

The public would criticize them, asserting; "If this family cannot maintain a harmonious relationship with their own daughter, how will they conduct themselves with others?"

I had been prepared from the outset for such an eventuality.

Currently, the Whites rank as the sixth wealthiest family globally.

The White family has been involved in minor scams within the petroleum industry, I found out this when I hacked the servers again, and certain government officials aided them in concealing their misdeeds.

If the public became aware of their schemes, widespread protests would be explored, and even if the media tried to suppress the information, their efforts would be futile.

Afterall… I have already devised plans to force the media's compliance.

Nonetheless, my primary objective is to dissociate my name from legal documentation and erase all information on the internet that identifies me as the daughter of the White family.

This appellation feels distasteful to me.

If the media endeavors to hide the truth about this case, I don't mind at all, as my sole desire is to strip myself of the contractual name binding me to the Whites.

If I need to, In a hypothetical scenario where the government wields dictatorial control, I would need to formulate a strategic plan to outmaneuver all parties involved.

Considering the White family's wealth, influence, and governmental corruption enabling their corruption, a meticulous approach would be crucial.

Firstly, I would gather comprehensive evidence of their wrongdoings, including financial records, witness testimonies, and any documentation substantiating their illicit activities.

This information could then be disseminated through secure channels, making sure of its widespread distribution despite potential media censorship to the whole cultivation world.

Secondly, I would leverage public outrage by organizing protests, rallies, and social media campaigns, using just like a tool and pawns, to exert significant pressure on authorities to take action.

Garnering support from influential figures, such as human rights activists, journalists, and greatest powerful public figures, could amplify the cause and lend it credibility.

Thirdly, I would explore legal avenues, both domestically and internationally, which could potentially yield favorable outcomes.

Filing lawsuits, engaging international human rights organizations, and seeking intervention from unbiased judicial bodies could circumvent potential government interference.

Lastly, I would create contingency plans for personal safety and potential retaliation.

After securing communication channels, safe havens, and trusted allies would be crucial in mitigating risks and ensuring the successful execution of the plan.

It is important to note for me that confronting entrenched power structures and corruption often carries risks and should be approached with caution and prudence.

However, with a well-devised strategy of mine, it may be possible for me to overcome even the most formidable adversaries.

"W-W-What are you talking about?" Nisho's countenance was drenched in perspiration, and she stood before me.

Hajin, watching everything from my shadow, was poised to tear apart the individual in front of me if necessary, but I restrained her... for the time being.

"I came to know of your petroleum scams through my connections… Oh, would you eliminate me now? Like a classic case?"

I smiled confidently, "Don't worry… Since you gave birth to me, I won't spread any rumors or exchange anything untoward with anyone. So… simply sign the papers when I present them here. Very straightforward."

I rose and walked toward the exit gate of the residence, casting a glance back at Nisho, "You know, from the age I became cognizant... I always thought it would have been preferable if I had perished in your womb, and you had not carried me into it."

"Perhaps, it was merely the consequence of a single night's indiscretion that led to my birth."

Then I glanced at Ely, "Arle and I will dine outside. Do not wait for our return because we may be delayed."

Overlooking their stupefied reaction, As I was taken 10 steps away from the sofa, Suddenly…

—Tick! —Tick!

A faint, rhythmic tapping starts niggling at the back of my mind. I try to shrug it off, continuing my work, but it grows more insistent.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...

There was something clicking on, And it sounded just intensified, as if a tiny hammer was pounding against my skull from the inside.

I wince, pressing my fingers to my temples.

CRACK!

A burst of lightning arcs across my vision, accompanied by a sharp snapping sound in my vision. The hammer blows charted up, And I dropped on my knees clutching my head with both hands.

Whir… whir… whir rrrrrr...

A high-pitched buzzsaw whine joins the symphony, drowning out all other sounds.

—thud! —Thud!...

The pounding amilify into a single relentless throb, like a subwoofer cranked up to tooth-rattling levels.

Whooooshhhhhhh…

The roaring static consumed everything, a deafening result that slave me in its ruthless tornado. I stumbled, no longer alert to my surroundings or what was happening around me.

Voices pierced through the cacophony but I couldn't make out the words, just jarring shouts and yells that stabbed at my addled senses.

Thud!

I collapsed to the ground, one hand clutching my skull while the other slammed against the hard surface, desperate for an anchor in this sea of agony.

—Cough! —Hack!

"Fuuuccckkk!"