Bertha was speechless.
Lea leaned in. “Dad, you can’t blame Mom for misunderstanding you. I’ve always thought you favored Sophia too.”
Thaddeus lifted his head to look at his younger daughter. “You ungrateful child, doesn’t your father cherish you?”
Lea put down her half-eaten slice of pizza and crossed her arms. “You do, but only when Sophia isn’t around. The moment Sophia shows up, she just has to say a few words, and you’re putty in her hands.”
Thaddeus knew that there were times when he did favor Sophia, but it was out of guilt because of Sophia’s mother’s passing, not because he loved one daughter more than the other.
“Lea, how could you accuse your sister of stirring up trouble? Sophia may be a bit headstrong, but she’s not doing it on purpose. Don’t you ever talk about your sister like that again!”
Upon hearing her father sternly trying to correct her, Lea rolled her eyes. “See! There you go again, Dad. You always fail to see the truth. The moment I say something about Sophia, you don’t want to hear it. Don’t you see that she’s been utterly spoiled by your doting?”
Bertha patted her daughter. “Alright, Lea. That’s enough.”
Lea pouted as she obeyed her mother and took a seat.
Thaddeus turned to his wife. “Bertha, can we go home now? You know I love both our children equally.”
Bertha looked at him. Her eyes were now devoid of their initial resentment, replaced by a mix of complex emotions and slight guilt.
“Thaddeus, I’m touched by how thoughtful you are towards Lea. I was wrong to have misunderstood you.”
Thaddeus heaved a sigh of relief. “Then pack up and let’s head home.”
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