I Hated It Even More

In my seventeenth summer, three months before I went into isolation, the first daughter of Marquis Leonard, my “sister” returned, having disappeared shortly after birth.

Everyone in the mansion loved her, and only her.

It didn’t matter.

Because from the very beginning, I’d known that my parents were utter tr*sh.

I would’ve helped and organized all the documents for land management, but I saw no point in bothering the family that would soon fall.

A family that would fall, should I, the one who actually did all the work instead of the Marquis, disappear.

So, all I need to do is to isolate myself and get away from this place…

“Then who will protect you?”

My “sister”, no, that woman, tried to “protect me” under the guise of being a real sister.

“How, sister? Go ahead and run before someone takes you away.”

***

The wily duke who’d signed a mutual deal would be entitled to a loss.

And…

“I’ve prayed to God, whom I’ve never prayed to before.”

When I saw my sweet childhood friend, who said just that, it seemed that in the end, we would no longer be just friends.