It hurt so much.
I looked at my mother in disbelief as she held the soaked Violet, pointing at me and cursing, "Annie Parrish, how can you be so wicked at such a young age! She's your cousin! You tried to drown her out of jealousy!"
She left with Violet without hesitation. I looked up and saw Violet smirking at me from my mother's arms.
Later, rumors spread that I was jealous and wicked. Neither my father nor mother stopped it. They just scolded me, saying I deserved it, and let me be isolated.
Unnoticed, a light rain began to fall as I knelt on the stone path. I heard soft footsteps and turned to see my father returning.
Seeing me kneeling, he frowned and said, "Upset your mother again? Why can't you be as obedient as Violet?"
I stayed silent. In his eyes, Violet was obedient and gentle, while I was jealous and unruly.
The more I explained, the more he thought I was making excuses and challenging his authority, and the punishment would be harsher. After experiencing it multiple times, I learned to endure silently.
Disappointed in me for not living up to his expectations, he summoned the butler and said, "Watch her. She's cunning! Don't let her up until she's knelt for two hours."