Why it never ends

Chapter 952 Father

The next morning, Kovicik got out of bed before five o'clock and began to clean his face and change his clothes with the help of the servants.

Today he will attend a reception at another estate of Baron Trion. Although this invitation seems ordinary, the emperor and several princes will attend together - in order to "accidentally" meet the inspector of AHgAs at this event.

He stood in front of the mirror, raised his head slightly, and kept changing his posture to compare the effects of different clothes on his body.

"Take them all away. These are too grand." Kovicik shook his head. "Bring me the clothes I wore when I went hunting with His Majesty last time."

The servants quickly brought out a pure black hunting suit, which was mainly decorated with a golden belt with a huge silver buckle in the middle, and the Schiller family emblem on the buckle.

When he wrapped his coat tightly, the pure black outfit made him look like a student studying in a seminary. However, once he got on the horse and unbuttoned his coat, he felt that the exaggerated belt immediately showed a kind of worldly nobility. This imaginary contrast made him intoxicated.

After choosing his clothes, Kovicik began to bathe, shave, and massage his skin. This process took about two hours. After officially becoming the only heir of the Schiller family, this was his regular morning routine. He treated his appearance and form with a solemn attitude as if he were serving a soldier. When he needed to go out, he would spend about three to four hours taking care of himself, striving to make his image impeccable. This behavior was rare in the entire District 12, not to mention among the nobles.

Compared to his peers, he realized earlier how his appearance could help him - in the past, when he could only go to the general's mansion trembling with fear on the third Friday evening of every month to go to the nearby theater to listen to concerts with his father and several brothers, he was often taken care of by the women in the family better than his brothers.

This was of course because he had a pretty face, and more importantly, he was much more silent than his brothers, which made his originally delicate features instantly more likable. The women in the general's mansion liked his clumsiness caused by nervousness and restraint, and especially liked his arrogance that he unconsciously revealed in order to cover up this clumsiness. At that time, he could not see this clearly, so he always felt that the women in the general's mansion were teasing him, but every time they teased him, they would give him a little benefit.

The benefits are real.

These female relatives - especially the general's sister and his aunt - were very generous to him. Not only did they often provide him with financial assistance, but they also took him to various banquets and salons.

Many high officials in District 12 would take their illegitimate children back to their side as "secretaries" or "tutors" when they were about to reach adulthood, and arrange official positions or properties for them according to the situation. Fifteen or sixteen-year-old Kovicik did not show any talent in this regard, but he still received some sporadic job recommendations. Because many people, especially the ladies who were a little older, often felt pity for him when they saw him. He felt that their feelings for him were like treating a potential lover and their own son. When they were alone, they would say to him earnestly: What's the use of beauty? Child, hurry up and find the foundation of your life, learn some skills, and do some serious things. Men who spend every day with women have no future.

How can it be useless?

If he had not been recommended to a prince as a secretary by his aunt's friend, a countess, he would not have had the opportunity to meet the young emperor and be chosen as a tutor.

On this morning when everything was going according to plan, Kovicik suddenly felt a little sad. He was very satisfied with his life so far, but he had only one regret, which could never be made up for - he would never be able to get his father's recognition for his martial arts like his brothers. Old Schiller himself maintained the habit of fighting until his old age. He would let any child he liked to wrestle with him. Kovicik fought for several opportunities, but was beaten to a pulp by his elderly father every time.

Old Schiller didn't like him and was even reluctant to give him a fixed living allowance. He looked down on Kovicik's skills during his lifetime and mocked him several times in public, saying that he looked like a "chicken that came out of some hen's asshole" when he took off his clothes. He didn't think of leaving him any property after his death. If it weren't for the incident in the newspaper that severed the father-son relationship, Kovicik knew that he would never get anything from his father.

Until shortly before old Schiller's death, Kovicik was still learning wrestling and swordsmanship - he hated the old man, but wanted his recognition more than anyone else...but now these skills were of no use.

"Sir." Kovicik's personal attendant pushed the door open and walked in. "A letter from Miss Sheena." "What does it say?"

The servant fetched a paper cutter and opened the envelope with quick movements. Inside were seven thick pages of paper with words written on both sides.

The attendant read the first page carefully, then quickly flipped through the pages: "...it's full of curses."

Kovicik laughed and said, "Never mind."

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At home in the city, Hina secretly pushed open Chloe's door - the sick Chloe had been crying and making a fuss all night and had just fallen asleep.

Last night, Dad thought Chloe was too noisy, so he drove to another residence at two in the morning, and Mom had to go with him - it seemed that there was some event in some manor today, and she had to stay with Dad the whole time.

Xina tiptoed to her sister's bedside. The servant who was on night watch was sitting there. He stood up when he saw Xina.

"You go out." Xina said, "I'll watch for a while."

After the servant left, the room became very quiet.

The light blue morning light poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Sheena walked to the other side of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down next to Chloe.

In the dim morning light, China looked at her sister's face. When they were little, they often slept together like this, sometimes in her room, sometimes in Chloe's. They were inseparable, and Chloe always followed her and called "sister, sister".

She didn't know when it started, but she and Chloe became enemies. Whenever she looked at this face, their eyes were filled with venom and contempt. It seemed that if she didn't express her malice to the other party first, she would lose a big battle.

Hina dropped her eyes.

Although she couldn't say exactly when it all began, she knew exactly where it all began.

If her father could love her more, maybe she would hate Chloe less.