People always like to use the term "pattern" to describe a person’s mind, but whether one has a pattern is closely related to whether one has money.
A rich person, like Miss Severa on the upstairs at this mont, when she was fiercely throwing a vase worth more than seven thousand onto a six-figure oil painting, never considered the issue of value.
What she wanted was just to relieve the discomfort in her heart, to vent the frustration accumulated in her chest. As for how many things were damaged and their worth, she didn’t care.
This is what people often refer to as the pattern—disregarding specific issues that can be solved with money and instead pursuing a higher personal realm.
Because she has money, she can afford not to care about these things. They are, to her, like... things that are everywhere, just insignificant parts of life.
This attitude towards life, her "pattern," also perates her daily life, giving people a naturally grand feeling, indifferent to money, pursuing beyond monetary interests. People praise her for being born into a wealthy family but not being bound by money.
In contrast, those who are poor might focus their attention on so very minute details.
For example, they fell and tore a hole in their pants.
A young child might anxiously cry, as the child does not know if parents would bla him for it when he returns ho—crying over torn pants lacks "pattern."
Youths also feel pained because buying a new pair of pants is not an easy task, aning they might have to wear the torn pants for a while, which isn’t cool—fretting over torn pants lacks "pattern."
As for adults, they only sigh because life’s burdens force them, even if they understand wearing torn pants is improper, the only thing they can do is nd and patch—despite their thriftiness, wearing nded pants lacks the "pattern."
This actually has little to do with "pattern," only related to the money in one’s pocket, but it has beco a part of the composition of "pattern," and even an important part, which is quite unfair to those at the bottom of society.
Severa’s anger quickly subsided. Within a short span of ten minutes, the damage she caused might be money a normal working-class family could never gather in a lifeti, but she has the "pattern," she doesn’t care.
Watching his daughter arrive at the dining table, Mr. Wardrick, who was reading the newspaper, asked with a smile, "Dear, what made you so angry early in the morning, would you like to share with , and your mother?"
The tone in which he spoke wasn’t of concern; it was more as if he was watching a spectacle.
This actually had to do with Severa’s personality itself; born in such a family, money and power were readily available to her, no longer able to attract her attention.
As for the love between n and won, thanks to Mr. Wardrick’s strict upbringing, she hasn’t had much exposure.
Money, power, and sex—the most desirable, addictive things in the world have all lost color here with her; maybe for Severa, what she cares about is proving to others that even if she were not Mr. Wardrick’s daughter, she could still be outstanding.
Yet she’ll never truly prove this in her lifeti.
A girl who rarely has major emotional swings has now learned to throw things, which piqued Mr. Wardrick’s curiosity; instead of the trivial losses, he’s more interested in knowing what’s happened to his daughter.
His wife had similar thoughts and watched her with interest.
Severa’s face flushed slightly. Now that her anger had been relieved through venting, she began to feel a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so impulsive...", she first apologized and then sat down at the dining table, "Today’s breakfast looks nice."
Mr. Wardrick nodded and said, "It was prepared by your mother herself, but shouldn’t we continue the previous topic, what made my little princess so angry? Won’t you share it?"
He said this while turning to look at his wife, showing a fake expression, "Oh dear, my child has grown up, she doesn’t need , doesn’t even want to talk to anymore, I’m so sad, darling."
Severa looked at her parents, the butler, and the maid matching expressions of abandonnt by her, and couldn’t help laughing.
"Alright, enough, I’ll say it, here’s what happened...", she decided to tell them, knowing that nothing could be hidden from Mr. Wardrick in this world, as long as he was curious enough to know.
Moreover, if she had plans to go to Nagariel, she would certainly need Mr. Wardrick’s approval; otherwise, she’d be stopped before boarding a ship and sent back.
In so ways, she certainly was Mr. Wardrick’s daughter; people respected her, but the respect was contingent on her identity.
If Mr. Wardrick directly ordered people to bring her back, the respect would slightly diminish, like when the head maid knocked her out and brought her back, which had happened before.
At that ti, she was only seventeen or eighteen, right in the best ti of adolescence, wanting to see how her girlfriends and their boyfriends were happy, but then she was knocked out, and woke up lying on her velvet bed.
There’s no escape!
She picked up a newspaper on the table, flipped to a page, and showed it to Mr. Wardrick, "Lynch has so... rumors with an actress."
Mr. Wardrick took the paper from her hand, looked at it seriously, and then raised his head to look at his daughter, "This doesn’t seem to have much to do with you?" He said while comnting on the photo in the newspaper, "That girl is quite pretty."
Severa looked angrily at her father, not believing the two sitting across from her didn’t know what was going on, just looking at them.
Maybe Severa’s gaze made Mr. Wardrick feel a bit tricky, or maybe because of sothing else, the joking elent on his face gradually faded as he began to think seriously.
After a mont, he finally said, "Dear, regarding your possible affection for Lynch, I think it’s inappropriate."
"He’s a...", he turned his wrist slightly, "a very special young man. I know he is charming and very attractive to young girls like you, but he’s not a suitable person for marriage."
"If he were more diocre, more ordinary, I wouldn’t oppose it like I do now, because after you marry, you would still be the dominant party; our family’s money is enough for you, your kids, your kids’ kids, and many more descendants to squander. I don’t expect you to continue to expand the family on that basis, as long as you can live happily enough."
"Or if he were soone with a similar background to yours, with roughly the sa family backgrounds, growing environnt, your union would bring many better changes; you would love each other, knowing whoever speaks first would lose everything."
"But he is soone who climbed up from the bottom of society, dear, he’s also the least suitable person for you."
Looking at Severa’s eyes, Mr. Wardrick sighed, "Being able to climb from a nobody dependent on his girlfriend to today’s high status in a year, without anyone providing decisive help, frankly, I admire him very much."
"But every ti, he plays with fire, every ti he walks on the gray edge, every ti he dances with danger."
"Ambition, ability, courage, he lacks nothing; he will not stop for anyone, including you."
"Even if you can marry, it wouldn’t be because he loves you, but because you’re the most suitable woman for his need at so stage among the won he knows."
"Money, status, prestige, or sothing else—he’ll never give you his love, whereas you’d have to give all your love!"
Mr. Wardrick turned to look at his wife, reaching out to hold her hand, "Your mother and I are exceptions, you cannot always use unexpected cases as truth, do you understand what I an?"
"You and Lynch are unlikely to be like your mother and , rather, like others, those whom you think are miserable!"
Having witnessed too many things in his life and being in high positions, Mr. Wardrick knew very well that an ambitious, desiring, capable, and courageous person is unlikely to stop for sothing unless it ets so need of his.
Moreover, Lynch being young, his continuous success will give him more motivation; love between n and won might just be a physiological adjustnt disposable consumable in this guy’s eyes.
He didn’t want to see his daughter rush in headfirst, end up bruised and battered; such people, once made ruthless decisions, could do anything.
He hoped his daughter could have a not necessarily perfect, but at least not gloomy marriage—properly matched in status or having a dominant and controlling position.
There’s no need to find small things like Lynch, it’s too dangerous.
Severa suddenly sighed, "Father, you cannot take care of for a lifeti, although I don’t want to say such sad words, there will always be tis when you can’t take care of ."
"I know you do this considering , you fear I might get hurt, you wish for my happiness, but all these are thoughts from your perspective."
"Have you ever stood from my viewpoint to consider whether these actions are suitable for ?"
"Perhaps not so suitable, because you are not !"
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