If there were an award for the most unjust suffering in this world, without a doubt, I—Lady Liliane von Hohenberg—would stand on that stage in a magnificent gown, shedding dramatic tears, and say:
"I was only sick for a day, but I've been punished for a week!"
Yes.
One day.
ONE. DAY.
A mild fever, a tiny sneeze that wasn't even worthy of being called a medical tragedy, and a slight cough that sounded more like a sound effect to enhance the atmosphere—that was it!
However, my family…
My beloved family, who were supposed to be my protectors, instead turned into a walking prison with human faces.
"I'm healed."
"No."
"I'm really healed."
"No."
"I can even run right now!"
"No."
I stared at them one by one.
My father, with an aura of authority that could make a lion reconsider its career path. (Would a lion choose a zoo or the wild? I don't know the answer, but the wild seems better, right?)
