Chapter 3

Sylvia and my father spent the afternoon chatting in the study.

I didn't interrupt them.

Instead, I chose to knock on the study door at night.

My father was working. Seeing me, he frowned. "What's the matter, Gaby? If it's the petty things about Sylvia bullying you, it's best not to tell me. I really don't have the mood to deal with the conflict between you girls. Besides, in my opinion, Sylvia wouldn't do such a thing."

I had expected my father's indifference.

After glancing at the documents on his desk, I asked, "Dad, are you planning to invest in…