The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Translator: Yonnee

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Radis opened her lips to say something, but just closed her mouth again.

Her throat was tight with all sorts of emotions that she couldn’t speak properly.

After a while, she could barely string together a few words.

“Why… are you doing this to me?”

Looking at her nails, Margaret said nonchalantly.

“What? Did I do something?”

A single drop of tear flowed down Radis’ cheek. Her skin had turned such a dark shade of purple that it almost looked black.

“Did I… do something wrong?”

“……”

“Are you doing this because I’m bad? Was I… a bad daughter?”

Margaret turned away, her arms still folded, and looked at the dilapidated wall.

The silence that stretched between them consisted of Radis waiting for Margaret’s reply, and Margaret reflecting on what Radis had said, as if she was thinking about all this for the first time.

In the first place, Radis was a daughter that Margaret didn’t want to have, so she never liked her. Not once did Margaret ever feel any affection for Radis.

Maybe it was because she was a cold mother?

Who knows.

Margaret loved her eldest son, David, very much.

For David’s sake, she could even give up her life.

She also loved her daughter, Jurich.

She could give the world to Jurich.

So, Margaret was sure that she wasn’t a bad mother.

What about Radis? To Margaret, she was just an annoyance. For some reason, she didn’t like her.

But was it because she was a bad daughter?

“Oh, I don’t know.”

It was all too annoying just thinking about it.

“What else? It’s because you deserve it!”

At Margaret’s words, Radis’ soul was shattered.

Just like that.

To her parents, that was all they felt about Radis.

That she deserved it.

They didn’t even feel guilty whenever they used her as an emotional trash can where they rolled and poured out all their frustrations to. Until the very end, they didn’t feel guilty at all.

Not someone precious, not someone to be proud of, not even lovely.

It’s not that Radis didn’t know this.

She was aware of it.

But she still tried.

With all her might, she tried everything she could to become a true part of her family, to the point that she didn’t care how her flesh would melt, how her bones would break.

That’s why now, she was broken.

Radis spoke.

“Father…? Where is father…?”

Her father, Zade Tilrod, always turned his eyes away from her.

Maybe, if he saw her in this pitiful state, he’d be a little sad. Her father might have tried to help her if he saw her now.

But her mournful call seemed to have triggered Margaret’s anger more.

“I don’t know where he is!”

Margaret shouted in a loud voice.

But contrary to her words, she knew exactly where he was.

Zade was with his mistress, Flora.

As if they were just playing house, Zade and Flora had a small abode with their two bastard children.

Just the thought of it made Margaret feel like she was going crazy.

Frustrated, Margaret began to sneer, completely forgetting Radis’ serious condition.

“Come to think of it, your name comes from ‘Gladiolus,’ right?”

Even as she was suffocating with despair, Radis continued to listen to her mother.

“Did you know that the gladiolus flower is usually dedicated to a virgin’s grave? Your fate has been tied to that name since you were born, so don’t blame me.”

Margaret spoke coldly, lifting a bowl of soup that had not been touched.

“Take a good rest. You might get well that way.”

The door was shut behind her.

Radis looked up at the ceiling blankly.

She believed that happiness would come to her someday if she continued to endure it all.

But she believed that even though Margaret was a heartless mother, because she found some use for Radis, she might come to like her even just a little bit.

A little… just a little… Radis thought Margaret would come to love her.

And as she continued to support her family, she believed that her father would one day look at her.

She thought that if she just kept enduring, just kept sacrificing, she would be able to hear a thank you from her younger siblings someday.

Alone on her bed, Radis coughed up blood.

Her mouth was burning.

Even if she couldn’t see herself, she could feel the black crystals mixed with her blood.

“Just once… Mother… Father… I wanted to feel the warmth of your embrace…”

The sensation in her hands and feet slowly disappeared.

“I wanted you… to be proud of me…”

But it was a dream that would never come true.

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