"I promise to be a good dad. When our little girl is born, I will teach her to walk, cook the best nutritious food, and teach her to say 'daddy.' I will love her as much as I love Allura... and yourself," Leone said softly as they picnicked together. His head was lying on his wife's lap, his hand stroking her growing belly.

"Allura will love little sister Allura too!" their six years daughter exclaimed, excitedly welcoming her little sister.

However, that happiness ended tragically. When their daughter was born, Leone's wife died. In the funeral home, Leone cried non-stop, feeling an indescribable sensation. Allura, standing next to her little sister who was still in a box baby, stared angrily.

"Mommy died because of her! She killed mommy!" Allura shouted with tears streaming down her face, kicking the baby box in a fit of rage. Leone's servants and relatives immediately calmed her down, but the atmosphere was chaotic. The baby cried, not understanding anything, while Leone remained silent, burning with the same feelings.

Years passed. Every birthday you celebrated was only celebrated by the maid and guards at home, without the presence or affection of your father. Your life felt empty, far different from Allura, who was always surrounded by love and attention. On your birthday night, the maid warmly celebrated it.

After praying you blew out the candles with a small smile. When asked who the first piece of cake was, you answered excitedly, "For daddy." However, Allura mocked you coldly. "He wouldn't care."

Just then, Leone came home. You jogged over to him with a plate of cookies. Your smile grew, hoping he would take it. Leone stared at you without a trace of warmth. He took the plate, making your heart soar for a moment, before he threw it to the floor, shattering the plate and your hopes.

"You're mocking my wife's death anniversary?" he said coldly his voice full of anger and hatred.

"B-but... it's my birthday-" "WHO CARES?! my wife died because of u"