Chapter 2

Jack was right. I was nothing.

My father was the most useless son in the Thompson family, and my mother was his mistress.

My father was a womanizer, with numerous mistresses and lovers. He didn't truly love anyone; he just wanted to express his dissatisfaction with his wife by living a wild life outside.

And I was born under these circumstances.

My mother had once begged my father, "My life is already ruined, but my child, how can they live their whole life with the stigma of being illegitimate?"

But my father didn't care. All his actions in life were meant to embarrass his wife and the Thompson family. His father thought he was useless, so he decided to be useless just to spite him. His wife thought he was good for nothing, so he indulged in all vices possible.

Having an illegitimate child was enough to bring shame to the entire Thompson family and his wife. Naturally, my father wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

"Get rid of it, no problem," my father said, smiling as he caressed my mother's ear.

"I'll tell the hospital to hold off. Your parents have lived long enough, at least that's what their daughter thinks, right?"

My mother had only gotten involved with my father to pay for her parents' medical treatment. She could only keep me with tears in her eyes.

My birth earned my father, who was over thirty, a good beating from his father. But he was overjoyed. When he came back, he hugged and kissed me repeatedly. His eyes were full of the pleasure of revenge.

"Lily, you're not just daddy's daughter. You're daddy's gun and sword."

He laughed heartily, playing with my arms as if loading a gun.

His wife, coming from a noble family, naturally wouldn't stoop to be enemies with someone of my mother's status. She had sent people to vandalize our home before, but later, probably feeling it was beneath her, she gave up.

I wasn't a boy, so I wasn't seen as a threat or needed to be brought back to the family to raise.

So I grew up peacefully with my mother until I was thirteen.