"And Meimei didn't take that from you," Chen Jie interrupted, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of concern. "Lin, you're the one making all of this more complicated by holding on to your anger. You still have shares—more than hers, even—"
At this point, Chen Lin was too exhausted to explain herself yet again.
Her father would never truly understand what she'd endured, not the way she needed him to.
"Father," she said quietly, almost a whisper, "I don't know if you just haven't grasped what really happened, or if you're refusing to acknowledge my pain. This was never about the shares. It isn't about that. It's about Liu Yanmei stepping on my dreams, ruining my life. Do you even know what people think of me now? No, you don't. Because you never cared enough to know."