My “Perfect” Sister Dropped Out Of Med School With $150k Debt After My Parents Abandoned Me For Her. Now They Lost Their Home And Want My Grammy Money. I Told Them My Money Has No Value For Them.

The Truth Revealed

Martha and Harold exchanged a look, then Ashley spoke for the first time.

“Sister…”

Her voice lacked its previous arrogance and seemed somewhat weak.

“I dropped out of medical school.”

Melody raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Dropped out? But you were doing so well.”

“I couldn’t continue,”

said Ashley, her gaze still lowered.

“The pressure was too strong. But before dropping out, I had already taken a loan for three years of tuition fees.”

“Now the truth becomes clear,”

asked Melody calmly.

“What is the situation with Dad and Mom?”

Silence fell again. Harold took the floor.

“I was fired from the company. Martha retired too. Paying the mortgage is becoming difficult. And we were the guarantors for Ashley’s student loans.”

Melody understood the situation.

Martha said in tears:

“You have succeeded. Don’t you want to help us a little as our daughter?”

Ashley suddenly spoke with a bright voice.

“I’m so happy you became famous, Sister. I always listen to your songs. I especially like ‘Value’.”

Those words stirred anger in Melody’s heart. Calmly, she asked:

“Who else tried to contact me?”

Martha replied hesitantly.

“Aunt wanted your contact details, and Cousin James too.”

“When I succeeded, suddenly everyone became interested in me,”

said Melody with sarcasm.

“Because we are family,”

implored Martha.

“Family members help each other, don’t they?”

Melody stood up slowly and looked at the night view outside the window. Then she turned and said:

“Interesting. When I was struggling to find $2,000 for tuition, I was told I had no value. But now that you are in trouble, family members help each other.”

Harold looked up.

“Please forgive us.”

“Forgiving and helping are separate issues,”

said Melody sharply.

“How much is your student loan?”

Ashley opened her mouth.

“$150,000 plus interest.”

Melody said calmly:

“I am no longer family. You taught me that.”

“Melody!”

Martha cried.

“The debt collectors call almost every day. We could lose our home.”

“Just as I had no value, there is no value in helping you,”

said Melody slowly and clearly.

Then she looked at Samantha and nodded slightly. Samantha opened the door.

“Now, Melody has another appointment.”

Martha remained speechless with an incredulous expression.

“You weren’t such a cold person.”

“People change,”

said Melody ironically.

“You taught me that, didn’t you?”

Ashley’s expression suddenly changed to anger.

“In the end, you just want revenge! You just want to make us look bad!”

Melody smiled calmly.

“No, that’s not true. I just wanted to prove my value. I have already achieved that.”

Harold sighed and took Martha and Ashley by the arm.

“Let’s go. Melody has no obligation to help us.”

As the three headed for the door, Melody said one last thing:

“Let me give you some advice. A person’s value does not lie in their title or their degree. Find the passion inside you.”

True Value

After the door closed, Melody collapsed into a chair. The emotions she had repressed for a long time suddenly poured out, and she silently shed tears. Samantha said nothing; she sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.

“Do you have any regrets?”

asked Samantha gently.

After a while, Melody wiped her tears and shook her head.

“No, it was the right decision. They didn’t need me, just my money.”

She stood up and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Melody took a deep breath.

“A new life has begun. With people who understand my true value.”

That evening, watching the city lights from her hotel window in Nashville, Melody began to write lyrics for a new song. It wasn’t about anger or sadness, but about the joy of discovering one’s own worth.

“The Grammy Award for Best Vocal Album goes to… Melody Johnson for ‘True’.”

On the glamorous stage in Los Angeles, Melody stood up, taking a deep breath. The applause and cheers of the audience wrapped around her. Confidence and composure could be clearly read in her eyes.

“I dedicate this award to everyone who continued to believe in my value,”

she said, holding the trophy.

“And today I have a special announcement: the creation of the True Value Foundation.”

The next day, music industry magazines gave wide coverage to her foundation. With the philosophy that talented young people should not give up on their dreams for financial reasons, Melody decided to dedicate part of her earnings to scholarships for young musicians.

Meanwhile, in a small apartment in Tennessee, Harold Johnson was putting on his uniform for the local supermarket. Harold’s house had been foreclosed on, and they had moved into a cramped apartment.

“We received another call from that debt collector today,”

said Harold, sitting on the sofa. Deep fatigue could be read on his face.

“They said we need to restructure our repayment plan.”

Martha stared at her tired face in the mirror and sighed.

“I’ll have to work for another 10 years at this age.”

Ashley was preparing for an interview for her second part-time job. After dropping out of medical school, she had been juggling multiple jobs to pay off debts. Opening social media on her smartphone, she saw Melody’s latest post. Her sister’s smiling face accepting the Grammy Award.

“Sister…”

whispered Ashley to the screen.

“Can’t we leave the past behind?”

She began to write a message. After rewriting it several times, she finally pressed send: “Congratulations. Can you forgive what happened in the past?”

There was no response.

A few weeks later, television broadcasted the first scholarship ceremony of the True Value Foundation. On stage, Melody stood next to young musicians, handing certificates to each of them.

“I want to tell you all one thing,”

she said, holding the microphone.

“Even if your family doesn’t understand you, even if those around you deny your value, never, ever give up on pursuing your passion. You have value. No one can take that away from you.”

In front of the TV, Martha, Harold, and Ashley listened to those words in silence. Ashley’s smartphone rang, and a notification appeared on the screen: “Student Loan Late Payment Notice.”

Martha wept silently.

“Did we do something irreversible?”

“Yes,”

replied Harold, looking out the window.

Ashley stared at Melody on the television, at the strength and kindness in her sister’s eyes. She knew she would never reach her again.

On the television, Melody smiled and said:

“Value is not something given to you, it is something you create yourself.”

This is the most important lesson I have learned.