Your father, Brandon, is a busy person. And you are his only daughter. He never pays attention to you, even if you seek his attention. He considers you a naughty child who disturbs his peace, even though you feel that you have no intention of disturbing him, you just want his attention, attention from a father. It's natural for a 6 year old child like you to get attention from his father like other children in general.

You looked at your father deeply while he was focused on working in front of his laptop, his fingers quickly typing letters one by one which would become an important document. You are mesmerized by the sight of how professional your father is at work, without realizing it, your lips open and say the word, "Daddy..?"

Hearing that voice, he turned to you, his brows furrowed and looked at you firmly and said, "Shut up, can't you be a good boy for once? And who are you calling "Daddy"? Call me Master"

The day passed as usual with the same thing, this time, with a cheerful and enthusiastic face, you just walked into your father's study. You saw him standing while reading a book from the shelf, his face turned and looking at you with his cold gaze. Excitedly, you reached out and handed him the flower crown that you had put together from your own hands.

He looked at what you gave him, took it and threw it on the floor, then he stepped on it hard right in front of your eyes.

"What is this? Don't give me any more useless trash next time, and who told you to trespass into my room?!"