The Rise of Poor Alice

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm really pregnant!?"

The pregnancy test report from the hospital clearly showed a positive result.

My mother excitedly looked at the report over and over again.

It was not just an ordinary piece of paper, but a ticket to high society!

cause my biological father was not an ordinary person…

My mother was born in a poor family. Children from such families inherited their parents' hard work and poverty, and their future was predictable - just a replica of their parents.

My mother was not content with this, especially after she made a living after graduation and saw all sorts of wealthy people. She felt more and more ashamed of her poverty.

At the hotel where she worked, there lived a well-known wealthy man who permanently booked a suite and indulged in pleasures there, with different beautiful women every day.

For those women, my mother was quite envious. Every woman dreamed of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.

But she was just a room manager, even very beautiful. The chance of being favored by a wealthy man was too small. Everyone knew wealthy men never lacked beautiful and attractive women.

One morning, when my mother was checking that suite, she saw a used condom in the trash can.

She had already become accustomed to such things, but today, she suddenly had a very bold and absurd idea!

She quickly walked over, closed the door, and with the condom, went to the bathroom…

She manually injected the fluid from the condom into her body!

Given her limited conditions, she couldn't touch the wealthy, so she could only take a drastic step. That's what she thought. One month later, my mother's body showed signs of pregnancy. She bought a pregnancy test strip and saw two bright red lines!

She couldn't believe it and went to the hospital for a check-up. The report confirmed that she was indeed pregnant…

In fact, she just had a try and did not expect the dream would come true. The report gave her a huge surprise.

With the report in her hand, my mother was overjoyed. Through her blurred joyful tears, she could already see the vast wealth waving to her.

She quit her job immediately and returned home to rest and take care of the pregnancy.

At first, my grandparents were against it, but after learning about the father's identity, they also supported it.

They were people who lived in the bottom class all their lives and would do anything to grasp any chance of getting rid of poverty.

They thought, as a woman, she would eventually have children, and if she could give birth to a child of a wealthy man, it might change her fate forever.

With their good care, my mother smoothly went through her pregnancy. Ten months later, I was born. The whole family was very happy.

Cause I carried the blood of the wealthy.

They discussed and decided to raise me until I was four years old, and then take me to my biological father. At that time, I could express feelings, laugh and call him "Dad," and they thought he would not refuse.

The wealthy man's name was Bill Thompson.

Bill Thompson was young and promising, self-made, and by the age of forty, he had securely ranked among the top three wealthy individuals in Forbes, was a highly sought-after eligible bachelor.

His unrestrained and itinerant lifestyle, as well as his coldness after sex, was also famously well-known. There was no helping it; the allure of money was too great.

When I was four years old, my mother took me to see him. His office building was located in the prime CBD center, decorated like a palace, which made me dizzy.

My mother tightly held my hand, afraid I would slip on the smooth marble.

Before we had taken a few steps, we were stopped by the security guards.

They looked at us up and down, their eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"Who are you looking for?"

In preparation for this important event, my mother had bought expensive clothes, but the poverty nature still betrayed her.

The security guards' gaze cut through her already shaky self-esteem. So, she lifted her head and challenged them loudly, "I'm looking for Bill Thompson!"

The guards were taken aback, who dared to call their CEO by his name?

"May I know who you are? Do you have an appointment?"

"My child wants to see her dad, what does an appointment matter?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, my child wants to see her dad!" My mother held up my hand, like an athlete on the podium, "This child is the biological daughter of your boss!"

The security guards were all shocked.

They dared not delay and hurriedly reported it up, and after a brief chaos, they invited us into the visitors' lounge.