22 I Hate You!

The white light in the study was blinding, and I knew my father was waiting for me in a chair behind the desk. The wrinkles on his face grew deeper with the passage of time, but his cruel heart did not change at all!

The closer I got to the table, the more cold I felt.

When I was a child, I once accidentally broke into my father's study for fun. It's his private space for work and reading. No one can set foot inside without his permission. But that time I just forgot the rule. When he found that I had broken into his private study, his face was very cold. Just a look, I was scared to the spot.

His eyes were like those of a lion staring at a smaller animal. It was a look of condescension, disdain, and ferocity. He could easily kill all the animals in front of him if he wanted to.

Finally, my father asked Lady Mary to take me to the lecture room, which was reserved for people who had made mistakes. My father punished me by making me naked and kneel before the Madonna to confess my sins.