People always liked to use the word "pattern" to describe a person's breadth of mind. In fact, whether one had a pattern or not had a lot to do with whether one had money or not.
Rich people like Miss Sevillera, who was upstairs at this time, when she was holding a vase worth more than seven thousand dollars and fiercely throwing it on the oil painting worth six figures, she never thought about the problem of value.
All she wanted was to relieve the unhappiness in her heart and vent the depression in her chest. As for how many things were damaged and how much they were worth, she didn't care.
This was also what people often said about pattern. She didn't pay attention to some specific problems that could be solved with money, but pursued a higher personal realm.
Because she was rich, she didn't care about these things. These things to her were like … things that could be seen everywhere, just an insignificant part of life.
This kind of attitude towards life, her "pattern", would also be brought into her daily life, giving people a natural sense of grandeur. She was disdainful of money and had a pursuit that was higher than money. Everyone praised her for being born in a rich family, but she was not tied down by money.
On the contrary, those who are poor may focus their attention on some very small places.
For example, they fell and rubbed a hole in their pants.
Young children would shed tears uneasily because the child didn't know if his parents would blame him for this when he went back. Crying because of a broken pair of pants, there was no "pattern".
Teenagers would also be very distressed because it was not easy to buy a new pair of pants, which meant that they might have to wear the broken pair of pants for a while, which was not cool at all. Frowning because of a broken pair of pants, there was no "pattern".
As for adults, they would only sigh because the burden of life made them understand that wearing a broken pair of pants was not dignified. The only thing they could do was to mend it. Although they were diligent and thrifty, wearing a broken pair of pants was still not "pattern" enough.
In fact, this had little to do with the "pattern", but it had something to do with the money in people's pockets. However, it had become a part of the "pattern", and an important part at that. This was very unfair to people at the bottom of society.
Sevillera's anger soon subsided. In just ten minutes, she had caused so much damage that an ordinary working-class family would never be able to fork out in their lifetime. However, she had her own way of doing things, so she didn't care.
Seeing his daughter come to the table, Mr. Vaudric, who was reading the newspaper, asked with a smile, "Dear, what made you so angry early in the morning? Can you share it with me and your mother?"
His tone and tone didn't sound like he was very concerned. Instead, it sounded like he was watching a show.
This was actually related to Sevillera's personality. She was born into such a family, and money and power were just things that she could easily obtain. They could no longer attract her attention.
As for the love between a man and a woman, thanks to Mr. Vaudric's strict upbringing, she did not have much contact with it.
Money, power, and sex were the most desirable and irresistible things in the world. Perhaps for Sevillera, all she cared about was to prove to others that even if she was not Mr. Vaudric's daughter, she could still be as outstanding.
Although she would never be able to really prove it in her life.
A girl who rarely had big emotional fluctuations had now learned to smash things, which made Mr. Vaudric very interested. Compared to those insignificant losses, he wanted to know what had happened to his daughter.
His wife also had the same point of view and looked at her with great interest.
Sevillera's face turned slightly red. Now that her anger had been vented, she began to feel a little ashamed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so impulsive …" She apologized first and then sat at the table. "Today's breakfast looks good."
Mr. Vaudric nodded and said, "Your mother made it herself, but shouldn't we continue the previous topic? What made my little princess so angry? Are you sure you don't want to share?"
As he said that, he turned to look at his wife and showed a very fake expression. "Oh my god, my child has grown up. She doesn't need me anymore. Now she doesn't even want to talk to me. I'm very sad, dear."
Sevillera looked at her parents, the butler, and the head maid who expressed that they were abandoned by Sevillera, and she could not help but laugh.
"Okay, that's enough. I'll tell you. It's like this …" She decided to tell them the truth. First of all, she knew that there was nothing in this world that could be hidden from Mr. Vaudric, as long as he was curious enough to know.
Secondly, if she wanted to go to Najalil, she would definitely need Mr. Vaudric's approval. Otherwise, she would not even be able to board the ship and would be stopped and sent back.
In some ways, she was indeed Mr. Vaudric's daughter. People respected her, but the premise of respect was her identity.
If Mr. Vaudric directly ordered people to bring her back, people's respect for her would be slightly reduced. For example, the head maid would knock her out and bring her back. This kind of thing had happened before.
At that time, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. It was the best time for puberty. She wanted to visit her little sister and her little sister's boyfriend to see how happy they were. Then she was knocked out, and when she woke up, she was already lying on her velvet bed.
There was no hiding!
She picked up a newspaper on the table, flipped to one of the pages, and showed it to Mr. Vaudric. "Lynch and an … actress had some scandals."
Mr. Vaudric took the newspaper from her hand and looked at it very seriously. Then, he looked up at his daughter. "This doesn't seem to have much to do with you."
As he spoke, he commented on the picture in the newspaper. "This girl is quite beautiful."
Sevillera looked at her father angrily. She did not believe that the two people sitting opposite her did not know what was going on. They were just looking at them.
Perhaps it was Sevillera's gaze that made Mr. Vaudric feel a little tricky, or perhaps it was for some other reason. The joking expression on his face gradually disappeared, and he began to think seriously.
After a moment, he said, "Dear, I don't think it's appropriate for you to have feelings for Lynch."
"This is a …" He flipped his wrist. "A very special young man. I know he's very handsome and very attractive to a young girl like you, but he's not a suitable person for marriage."
"If he was more mediocre and ordinary, I wouldn't be so against it like I am now. After you get married, you'll still be the one in charge. Our family's money is enough for you, your children, your children's children, and more. I don't expect you to continue to expand the family on this foundation. As long as you can live a happy life, that's enough."
"Or he's a person who comes from a similar background as you. We have roughly the same family background and lived and grew up in the same environment. Your marriage will bring more and better changes. You'll love each other because you know that whoever speaks first will lose everything."
"But he's a person who climbed up from the bottom of society. Dear, he's the least suitable person for you."
Looking at Sevillera's eyes, Mr. Vaudric sighed. "In more than a year, he climbed from a good-for-nothing who relied on his girlfriend to get by. No one gave him decisive help. To be honest, I admire him very much."
"But he's playing with fire every time. Every time, he's walking on the edge of gray. Every time, he's dancing with danger."
"Ambition, ability, and courage. He doesn't lack anything. He won't stop for anyone, including you."
"Even if you can get married, it's not because he loves you. It's because you're the woman who meets his needs the most at a certain stage among all the women he knows."
"Money, status, prestige, or anything else. You'll never get his love, but you have to give up all your love for him!"
Mr. Vaudric turned to look at his wife and reached out to hold her hand. "Your mother and I are exceptions. You can't always take accidents as real. Do you understand what I mean?"
"You and Lynch are unlikely to be me and your mother. It's someone else, someone who you think is miserable!"
Mr. Vaudric had seen too many things in his life. Plus, he was in a high position. He knew very well that a person with ambition, desire, ability, and courage would not stop for something unless he needed something.
Besides, Lynch was still young. His continuous success would give him more motivation. The relationship between a man and a woman might just be a one-time consumable in this guy's eyes.
He didn't want to see his daughter hit her head on the wall and bleed. Once this kind of person made up his mind, he would do anything.
He hoped that his daughter could have a marriage that was not perfect, but at least not dismal. It was a marriage that was well-matched in terms of social status, or one that had a dominant position and power.
There was no need to find a little thing like Lynch. It was too dangerous.
Sevillera suddenly sighed. "Father, you can't take care of me for a lifetime. Although I don't want to say such sad words, there will be a time when you can't take care of me."
"I know you're doing this for my sake. You're afraid that I'll get hurt. You want me to be happy. But these are all from your perspective."
"Have you ever stood in my shoes and thought about whether what you're doing is appropriate for me?"
"Maybe not, because you're not me!"