"Sister, the Marquis says he only wants to marry me." My half-sister clutched my handkerchief, tears almost falling.
I wiped the tear from the corner of her eye. "Fine."
Then I turned and went into my father's study. "Father, it's been three years since Stepmother passed away. It's time for you to remarry. Why not marry Second Sister's birth mother?"
On the wedding day, my half-sister watched me marry her own father. At last, she went mad.
