The Kind of Obedience That Bleeds

I had always been obedient and compliant. I never dared to disobey others' instructions.

The day my wealthy biological parents brought me home, my adoptive brother leaned close to my ear and sneered arrogantly, "The position of the Spencer family's heir belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, get lost on your own."

I nodded obediently.

Then I turned around and threw myself straight into rush-hour traffic on the highway.

My parents nearly lost their minds. Panicked and trembling, they dragged me back into the car, their faces drained white with terror.