The Day I Detested my Father
Dania’s Point of View
My father was a dull man.
Despite being a Viscount, he preferred a modest lifestyle, and my Mother was also an ordinary woman.
While she supported my Father’s actions, she didn’t indulge in extravagance.
Her dedication to managing the estate for my Father seemed foolish to me, and I looked down on her.
My sister Anita admired my Mother and helped with estate work.
I had been forced to study by my Father from a young age, but studying was meaningless.
Anita was an ordinary woman and didn’t possess the beauty I had.
So I thought she was miserable for having to try to improve herself in another way, but my Father sympathized with her.
“Anita, you’ve worked hard.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Anita has already learned three languages, you know?”
“Impressive.”
I watched as Anita’s head was patted by my Father, and she was given a book.
Only Anita received gifts, not me.
So I decided to be a little mean.
“Who broke the vase… this vase is—?”
“It was Anita. I saw her do it.”
I pretended that it was Anita who had broken the vase.
But…
“No, I didn’t do it.”
“But only you enter the study, Miss Anita. Please admit your guilt already.”
I instructed a maid, who was on my side.
“Anita, I don’t believe you broke it.”
“Huh?”
“You’re bad at lying. You can’t cry and lie at the same time.”
My Father’s cold gaze pierced through me.
“Did you see Anita enter the study?”
“Eh…”
“When did you see it? Have you been watching all along? If you claim that Anita is the culprit, show evidence. First of all, even if Anita had broken the vase, why would you, who is leaving tomorrow, be so impolite?”
“Huh?”
Leaving? What does that mean?
“Your behavior has been intolerable for some time. Especially towards Anita… I’ve noticed that your Mother’s personal items have gone missing while I was away, too…”
“Eh…”
“They were being sold on the black market. Those items are unique because they are one-of-a-kind.”
I was caught.
The maid I had coerced into being my accomplice had been caught stealing my Mother’s jewelry, and instead of reporting her, I set conditions.
“Regarding the vase, was it really Anita who entered the study?”
I glanced at the butler.
“More precisely, it was someone with a similar build to Miss Anita.”
“At that time, Anita is usually at the church. It’s impossible… the Director came an hour ago to deliver something Anita had forgotten.”
“Huh?”
“If you’re going to do something, use your head a little. Even commoner children come up with better schemes.”
Not only did he see through my plan, but I was also ridiculed in front of the servants.
From that day on, I began to hate this man.