āI donāt need a daughter like you in my family!ā
A shout that turned into a sharp spear that pierced the chest. But it was as a word of abuse for Catherine today as it was for her to eat. Because it sounded like rice being eaten coming from a womanās mouth.
Blinking slowly, Catherine sat on a chair in the drawing-room.
āHere we go again. How loud will you be today?ā
Before long, her stepmother, Mrs. Laura stepped forward with the sound of heels and ready to speak. āOh my goodness⦠the guest is still standing, and the familyās eldest daughter happens to be sitting in the chair first? Did I teach you that way, Catherine?ā
In front of Catherineās nose, Lauraās white fingertips tremble. With the bright red face of an apple, it was a very contrasting color.
āTeaching, you say? Iād rather say that the passing long-lived beetle is my teacher.ā
Catherine cast a glance at the Count Charlotte Killholder, her guest house.
It had something to do with the fact that the Countās mistress was Catherineās half-sister Anne Orleans.
āDoes that mean you want me to leave the castle, Mother?ā
Anne, who was stamping her feet, grabbed Mrs. Lauraās arm as if worried about Catherineās question.
āThe rumors canāt be true. Donāt you think so, Sister? The horrifying rumor must be false. Sister, Iām the only one who believes in you!ā
Catherine frowned and let out a small sigh. Anneās eyes welled up with tears soon after. A single leaf has the appearance of a lily. When Charlotte saw Anneās tears, he rushed over and hugged her slender shoulders.
āAnne, donāt cry. Your tears are too precious to shed in such a placeā!ā
āC-Charlotte! But motherāā
āItās driving me crazy.ā
Catherineās face was unimpressed as a result, and she was gradually cooling down.
If she had her way, she would have thrown a white handkerchief with the words āGet lostā on the stage. It was obvious that the street theater companyās puppet show would be more moving than this. Itās been two years since sheās had to deal with the disgusting mess in front of her eyes.
āItās been a long time.ā
Catherineās patience had run out after two years, which was not surprising.
āSigh, lovely Anne. My baby is so kind.ā
Mrs. Laura, who was looking pitifully at Anne, raised her eyes sharply and pointed at Catherine.
āCatherine, you donāt even look at your sister when she cries like thisāā
āAll right, Iāll go.ā
Laura, Anne, and Charlotteās expressions all went blank as a result of that voice. Catherine, on the other hand, was irritated rather than excited by their reaction.
āWhatās wrong with your face? Iāll go out as you wish. Iāll take responsibility for the rumors that āthe mistress devoted its body and soul to the lustful Countā and āthe vulgar woman who plays with her brother in law.'ā
Romance novels, which are popular these days, are not as miscellaneous as they are.
Catherine, who had become a victim of the ridiculous rumors, wanted to applaud Anne, who had been spreading rumors by selling her feet here and there. She had struggled to clench her teeth for the sake of her deceased mother, but she no longer felt the need to do so.
Catherine has only bought ten pieces of clothing in the last two years. Having ten pairs is the same as having only one pair for each season.
So, how about Anne? Catherine remembered she had 50 outfits, so she was confident she had at least eighty in her closet.
She had no desire for luxuries such as necklaces.
When Laura threw an old watch that was rolling around Annās room as a birthday present, she was reluctant to do so. The curtains in the hideous bedroom were not bad because the ends were torn apart. The heels were worn out, so the shoes with different heights were fine.
āWhat are you suddenlyā¦ā
āWhat do you mean, all of a sudden? Itās mother who told me to get out.ā
Catherine, on the other hand, is sick of it. It would be simpler to be a peasant than to be treated in this way. Otherwise, sheāll end up working at a watch factory.
Lauraās lips wrinkle up towards the end of her declaration. The stepmother did not attempt to hide her joy in front of Catherine. It was like looking through the eyes of a fisherman at a fishing net full of big fish.
āDo you think you can be forgiven for my humiliation to Orleans by leaving the house, Catherine?ā
āSilence means okay, right? Then Iāll head upstairs and start packing. I donāt believe leaving without bringing anything is a good idea.ā
Catherine took a big step up the stairs, pushing Laura and Charlās shoulders as she went.
Thereās nothing she can do now that sheās returned to her bedroom. She began by opening her jewelry box and taking all of her old earrings, necklaces, and rings. She then went through the entire room, stuffing little objects that may be money into the bag.
She scraped away all of her motherās treasures that she had hidden for this special day, without missing a single one. Yes, that was just enough to fill one luggage bag.
āCatherine, what are you doing! How dare you take the family property, no matter how self-indulgent you are!ā
Mrs. Laura, who was after her late, yelled into Catherineās back, but when she finished, all she could hear was a ticklish noise in her ears. Catherine responded by poking her ear with the tip of her small finger.
āWould you mind doing me a favor if youāre going to kick me out? You should be considerate as a mother.ā
āWhat are you doing talking back to your mother..?ā
āOkay, now shut up. Youāre loud.ā
Catherine went to the bedroom door, holding her flashy bag.
She swore and shouted at her stepmother for the first time in her life. There was no sense of shame. Catherine, on the other hand, felt refreshed.
She had worked so hard to bring peace to the family, yet it was so simple to say!
Was it the righteousness of the eldest daughter, who was always obedient? Mrs. Laura gazed at her stupidly, her mouth open.
āDonāt look for me in the future; I wonāt look for you either. You are free to tell my father whatever you want. I have a big heart, unlike anyone else. Canāt you give me that kind of generosity now that weāre parting ways for good?ā
She pushed Mrs. Lauraās shoulder again, this time with both hands on the bag. The thin body, which was clutching the back of the neck and pointing fingers furiously, fell out like a sheet of paper.
In the daytime, the corridor had such a new heart. Count Charlotte and Anne were seen hugging on the small road where the yellow sunlight fell as if it were a scene from a romance novel.
āC-charlotte, are you okay? What the hell are you doing, sisterāAck!ā
Catherine then kicked her sisterās knee next to her ex-fiance. As Anne collapsed, screaming in pain, she staggered and clasped her knees. Sheās been wanting to hit her sister. On the top of her head, Catherine smiled brighter than ever.
The sunlight pouring down the hall carpet is as brilliant and perfect as Godās grace. Catherineās ankles did not swell with anger and sadness as she was kicked out of the family.
She was simply overjoyed. She had no idea sheād be so happy if she said everything she wanted to say.
Catherine smiled as she walked down the stairs and got out of the mansion, past the huddled employees. Obviously, she was abandoned as a result of the circumstances, but she also became lighter.
Catherine, who had crossed the road with unstoppable momentum, stepped into the four-wheeled carriage that was passing in front of her. The coachman removed his hat and moved his gaze to the backseat.
āIām sorry, Mother. Still, I wasted a few years doing that and then threw it away. You must understand this to some extent. I, too, must find my own way to live.ā
She couldnāt seem to get her mouth to stop smiling.