# Chapter 36: 36
—Ohohoho! Since you're going to the Marquisate, make sure you get along with the high-ranking people there. Tell them about your family or your younger brother...
Radis sighed.
—Where is dad?
At that question, Margaret's fake laugh crumbled.
His face now had a venomous expression and he spoke as if he had spit out the words.
—What's the point of knowing where that man is?
And Radis realized it.
It seemed like Zade didn't come home last night.
Now in a worse mood, Margaret stepped forward and began to vent her anger, tightly grabbing Radis's arm.
—This is not a simple scolding, but advice from your mother, so keep it in mind. You're leaving home, but you still carry the Tilrod name, so act accordingly and never forget that David is the backbone of this family. And like I said last time, no matter how wealthy that person is, if you return from the Marquisate...
Perhaps aware of Jurich's presence, Margaret's voice dropped to a whisper.
—You're really going to die after my hand hits you. Don't mind helping the family, just don't bring us disgrace!
Only then did Radis realize what Margaret and the other members of the Tilrod family were thinking.
They seemed to think that Radis was going to become the Marquis' mistress or something similar, that's why she was going to the Marquisate.
Far from the cold expression Irene saw before, all that was on Radis's face now was disappointment and cynicism.
—If that worries you, shouldn't you have said that you can't sell your daughter?
Margaret's lips distorted again, flattening into a strange shape.
The way her lips twitched seemed excessive, and she grumbled and tried to rationalize her decision, her voice growing louder as if that made her excuses plausible.
—I have just made a decision that will benefit the future of David and the Tilrod family. Piensa en lo que has hecho hasta ahora. You've gotten in David's way! You should be grateful that you can be of any help to your family. No puedes culparme por dejarte ir ahí. Go up to anyone in this house and ask them. One would think it would be better to get rid of a daughter like you!
Radis looked at Margaret with infinitely cold eyes.
Although Irene had changed...
Margaret no lo había hecho.
And Zade was the same.
Radis spoke.
—I have a lot to say about it, but I will abstain. Ya sé cómo reaccionará.
—Ha! What's happening?
Radis was already about to turn around, but stopped.
That would be the second time he would ask Margaret the same question.
The first time he asked was when he was on his deathbed in his past life.
And now...
—¿Por qué me hace esto?
—W-what did I do...?!
—¿Por qué despreció tanto a su propia hija? ¿Por qué nunca me amó? He never hit David or Jurich, but why is it that whenever it comes to me, his hands are heavy? What did I do so wrong? I don't know why I had to sacrifice so much just to be born as the eldest daughter in this family...!
Radis dejó de hablar y respiró profundamente.
He had to stop. If he said anything else, things might come to light that had not yet happened to sixteen-year-old Radis.
But that alone seemed to have infuriated Margaret enough.
He even took off his pretentious mask, which he normally did not take off in front of David or Jurich, and then began to speak recklessly with a demon face.
-That? This bitch! That? Sacrifice? ¿Qué sacrificio has hecho? I am the one who has sacrificed so much! Don't forget that I gave birth to you, fed you, and gave you enough grace and shelter so that you could sleep! How dare you say things like you're the only one who has suffered! You deserve it...!
—I deserve it, that's why?
—…!
Very slowly, Radis's lips curved into a cold smile.
-Yes I know. That's why you treated me like that. You never loved me or considered me your daughter. Still, I did my best because I thought you would love me eventually. I endured and worked hard just to be recognized as part of your family. I must have looked stupid for fighting like that, right?
Radis looked at Margaret, who had remained silent all this time, and continued speaking in a dry voice.
—I don't need you anymore. I don't want to fight to stay here. I don't want to have that kind of life. So I'm leaving.
An unbearably cold silence stretched between Radis and Margaret.
Unable to bear this silence, Jurich screamed.
—Now… Please stop!
As if trying to change the atmosphere, Jurich forced himself to smile and spoke to Radis.
—Ah, Radis. Brother David hasn't woken up yet, but don't be discouraged. We will meet again. Since we are family, right?
Jurich clasped his hands under his chin and, with a sincere look in his eyes, pleaded with Radis.
—But apart from that, once you approach the Marquis, please invite me to the Marquisate. You can do it, right? And you will send me gifts, right? TRUE?
Even she hadn't changed.
Surely David would be the same.
Without even answering Jurich, Radis turned around.
And he got into the carriage without looking back.
—Please go.
So Radis left the Tilrod family.
She didn't feel an ounce of regret.
Valiz