The instant Suzy read the message, her eyes narrowed sharply. A violent wave of fury surged through her chest, rushing straight to her head. But just as quickly, she forced the emotion back down.
The message was from her worthless father, George Kale.
And this exact moment had marked the beginning of her destruction in the dream.
Back then, she had trusted George and Wendy without question.
Under the guise of concern and carefully rehearsed affection, they had persuaded her to sign the inheritance transfer papers, claiming George would only manage the assets temporarily on her behalf.
She had handed over everything her mother had left behind.
Billions of dollars. Enough wealth to let her live lavishly for the rest of her life without ever worrying about money again.
And yet, she had surrendered it all so easily, never suspecting a thing.
In the dream, Wendy had been able to hoard massive amounts of survival supplies before the apocalypse because she had spent Suzy's inheritance freely.
The more Suzy recalled everything the Kale family had done afterward, the colder her gaze became.
They had taken her money, turned her mother's villa into an impenetrable fortress, and stocked it with enough supplies to survive the apocalypse in complete comfort.
Meanwhile, after society collapsed, money lost all value overnight.
When Suzy eventually ran out of food and went to them for help, they would not even let her inside.
They lived in the home her mother had left her, spent her inheritance without restraint, and still refused to spare her even a single can of food.
Later, when Wendy finally allowed Suzy to stay with them, it was never out of kindness.
She only wanted an audience for her own generosity.
Family?
What a ridiculous word.
They were nothing but enemies.
Suzy clenched her jaw, hatred burning hot inside her chest.
Whether the dream was real or not, she would never sign those papers again.
Her spatial dimension had already awakened.
Without the bracelet and without her inheritance, she wanted to see how Wendy planned to maintain that luxurious, untouchable life from the dream.
And the Kale family? Without Suzy's fortune supporting them, could they still live so comfortably?
She truly wanted to find out.
Closing her eyes, Suzy took a slow, steady breath and forced herself to calm down.
Tomorrow, she still planned to return to the Kale residence.
Because the family villa was far from her university, Suzy normally stayed in the apartment she owned near campus, only returning home during holidays or occasional weekends.
There were still valuables and important documents left behind at the villa.
She needed to retrieve everything personally.
Otherwise, she would simply be leaving more advantages for those people.
After organizing her thoughts, Suzy updated her preparation lists with several additional items before finally going to sleep.
The next time she woke up, it was already noon.
As soon as she picked up her phone, she noticed several missed calls.
Most were from George Kale.
The rest came from Wendy and her stepmother, Fiona Smith.
A cold smirk curved across Suzy's lips.
So they were already panicking.
Right then, George called again.
Suzy answered and casually placed the call on speaker.
George's impatient voice immediately came through the phone.
"Suzy, why aren't you home yet? Did something happen?"
Although he tried to sound concerned, the irritation beneath his tone was impossible to miss, making Suzy feel disgusted.
In front of her, George had always carefully played the role of a loving, attentive father.
If she had never experienced that dream, she might have continued believing the performance.
"I had a nightmare last night and ended up oversleeping," Suzy said calmly. "I'll head back soon."
George offered a few hollow words of concern before smoothly steering the conversation toward his real objective.
"Don't forget what you promised your father," he said casually. "Bring the transfer documents when you come home… and your sister's gold bracelet as well."
A sharp chill flickered through Suzy's eyes.
Even so, her voice remained soft and obedient.
"Okay."
Clearly satisfied, George ended the call immediately.
Across from him, Fiona sat anxiously on the sofa. The moment the call disconnected, she hurriedly asked, "What did she say? She's still coming back, right? She isn't having second thoughts? We worked so hard convincing her to transfer the inheritance. If something goes wrong now, all our efforts will be for nothing…"
That was billions of dollars.
Just thinking about it made Fiona's chest tighten.
George shot her an annoyed look.
"She overslept. She'll be back soon."
As he spoke about Suzy, contempt flickered through his eyes.
Sleeping until noon. Lazy and incompetent.
Someone like her had no right to control that kind of wealth.
Then he asked casually, "Where's Wendy?"
"Wendy caught a cold yesterday," Fiona replied quickly. "She's still upstairs resting."