370 Enraged Artists and Elaborate Finery

Her relationship with her parents had never been good, and Yujia knew that fact well enough. There was a time where she sought their approval, but she was younger then. Part of growing up was the bitter realization that they wouldn't ever give her it, and even more— which was what perhaps hurt more— that she didn't need it. 

Seeing this letter from the father of the Fourth Miss, she was enraged. There shouldn't have been a reason to. He was not her father; she was not the true Fourth Miss.

Yet she was enraged.

The letter seemed to remind her of her father. When she was younger, how many times had she wished for him to say the exact words written to her? 

She wished he had apologized. She wished he would've admitted that the loss of his son was not her fault. She wished he had the courage to admit he had been cowardly all along, to put that blame entirely on her. She wished he told her he loved her.