After ensuring Wendy had eaten enough and was smiling happily again, Dad finally addressed the butler.
“Go let Jennifer out. Make sure she’s cleaned up and presentable, or she’ll ruin everyone’s appetite.”
His expression carried an air of self-satisfaction, as though letting me out of the storage closet after a week was some grand act of generosity.
The butler quickly called for others to handle the task.
Standing beside Dad, Wendy held his hand with a sweet, innocent smile. “Dad, please don’t scold her when she comes out, okay?
“She’s your daughter, after all… I am not, and I’m just happy enough that you’re so kind to me.”
Dad’s eyes softened as he ruffled her hair lovingly.
“You’re both my daughters. However, you’re my little princess.”
His voice carried a note of pride as he added, “You’re too kind, Wendy. I’ve been far too lenient with Jennifer.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let her bully you ever again.
“How dare she lock you in the storage room at all?! I can’t even imagine how scared you must have felt.”
His tone was laced with anger and disappointment, as though I were some irredeemable sinner.
