Wilton raised an eyebrow.
âReally? But Ivy told me that you admitted to making the change so as to target her.
Are you telling me that sheâs lying?â
Tilda raised a hand and rubbed her forehead.
âIâm really busy, Dad.
I donât have time for this.
Believe whoever you wish to believe.
Is there something else you called me for?â
She made it very clear that she didnât want to continue the conversation.
Wilton shook his head and sighed.
âTilda, I understand that youâre mad at Ivy, but still, you shouldnât target her.
Regardless of your anger towards her, she is still your sister and part of your family.
â
Hearing this, Tildaâs countenance changed a little, bordering on anger.
âSister? Iâm the only daughter of my mother.
I donât have any sister.
â
Wilton sighed and said with a heavy voice, âTilda, you shouldnât say that.
Just because you and Ivy arenât from the same mother doesnât mean you arenât sisters.
You both share the same father.
I still donât understand your animosity towards Renata.
She was good to you.
You grew up experiencing her love.
Your attitude towardsâ¦â
âDad, stop! My childhood is filled with pain because of them! Do you really have no idea what I went through at their hands?â Tilda said furiously as she interrupted Wilton.
She furrowed her brows in anger and continued, âYou see Renata as an angel because she acts delicately around you.
If only you could see her for who she is.
To her, Ivy was her precious little daughter, while I was just a liability that needed to be kept under control.
While Ivy had access to classes she was interested in, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, I was never permitted to attend classes that I was interested in.
I was denied a normal childhood.
Apart from going to school, I wasnât allowed to go anywhere else.
After coming back home from school and during school-free days, she would Lock me indoors.
I couldnât visit anybody and nobody, not even my classmates, was allowed to visit me.
She would turn my classmates back at the gate whenever they came to play with me.
Do you have any idea how evil someone has to be to do all of these to a child?â
Wilton shook his head and said, âOh, Tilda, youâre looking at all of these wrongly.
Being a stepmother is hard, Renata would have had to balance her desire to protect you and the need to not want to appear overbearing.
Trust me, she has always had your interest at heart.
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Youâve always been a gifted individual.
She didnât hire a tutor for you because there was no need for one.
Your grades were excellent already.
She was afraid that if she sent you to additional classes, you might believe she was pushing you away or working you too hard.
As for your classmates not being allowed to visit, youâve to understand that⦠Well, Iâm pretty sure she has a valid reason.
Tilda, believe me, everything Renata did to you, she did it for your own sake.
â
Hearing this, Tilda smiled mockingly.
Her father was incapable of seeing Renata in the wrong light.
Shaking her head, Tilda said, âYou keep on praising a woman who treated me badly.
You said she loved me, then why, if I may ask, did she treat me as inferior to Ivy? She always turned a blind eye to everything bad that Ivy did to me.
Frankly, she turns a blind eye to everything wrong that Ivy does.
Have you forgotten how she condoned Ivy when she intentionally injured a boy?â