Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 143

Count D’Ethan Arthur Jenus of Plache burned with fierce hatred at the news that his daughter—who used to toddle around in a red dress and white socks, giggling “hee!” every time she met her father’s eyes—was getting married.

More precisely, his hatred was directed at Carlos Arthur Ingram, an even more irritating figure because even their common Southern-style middle names were identical.

If only that brat didn’t exist! My little chick! She wouldn’t have grown up all alone and gone off to marry by herself like this!

“I will absolutely kill that Carlos.”

His voice was icy sharp, and his wide-open eyes were threaded with red veins.

Ethan was a man who placed immense importance on his responsibilities as head of the household. He firmly believed, without a shadow of doubt, that a man’s duty was to provide for his family, keep his wife happy, and raise his children with tender care to ensure their happiness.

Because he was such a man, his eldest daughter had burrowed deeply into his heart—she was his sorest, most aching finger, and his cold resentment ran deep.

“Line up, please. I’ll stand with you specially.”

The patriarch turned to look at his daughter, who spoke in a calm, indifferent tone.

That daughter had come back with both hands overflowing with glittering rings. Judging by the size and quality of the gems, someone had clearly gathered not only every precious jewel hidden within the nation but also those concealed across the entire world, selecting only the most valuable among them.

Moreover, the craftsmanship was unmistakably that of a master artisan—perhaps one who appeared only once in a millennium—so meticulously executed that the father had no grounds for complaint. That, at least, slightly eased Ethan’s worries.

After all, nothing proves affection more surely than sparing neither time nor money.

“I… I should stand in line with your mother.”

“Oh, Dad really loves Mom too much.”

Lu grimaced as she carefully sorted through the rings one by one, trying them on various fingers and examining them closely for a long while. Ethan felt both pleased that his daughter had received so many and was happy, yet also a little wistful.

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