I was the eldest daughter of the family-the one no one favored.
From childhood, I was taught to be composed and proper, to serve as an example for my younger siblings.
And yet my fiancé was stolen away by my seemingly innocent and adorable legitimate younger sister.
My younger brothers remembered none of the good I had done for them. They only resented me for disciplining them too strictly. Even my parents saw me as nothing more than a tool to polish the family name, wholeheartedly taking my legitimate younger sister’s side.
Faced with all this, I spread my hands and gave up. From then on, I refused to involve myself in anything happening in the manor.
I let them flounder through one petty mess after another, gradually falling apart until none of the old warmth remained. Even that innocent and adorable legitimate younger sister, once she lost my support, was no longer the treasure of their hearts.
