Chapter 4The Diary Of The Eldest Daughter

Lucas Foster was a promising young executive at a large company, and Naomi had graduated from a prestigious school, making them a perfect match. I wholeheartedly supported their relationship. Who would have thought that Ella would come between them?

To make matters worse, Ella became pregnant with Lucas's child. Her explanation was that they got drunk at a party and things just happened.

Both Ella and my wife, Rachel, knelt in front of me, pleading for me to let Ella be with Lucas. Ella was sobbing, her face streaked with tears.

"Dad, I really love Lucas. Even if you won't think of me, at least think about the baby. Your grandchild can't grow up without a father."

"Naomi listens to you the most. I'm sure if you talk to her, she'll agree to let Lucas go."

Rachel chimed in, "I know our Ella did Naomi wrong, but what's done is done. We can't ask Ella to get rid of the baby, can we?"

"Naomi has always been so mature and understanding. She wouldn't want to see her sister in this situation. Besides, Naomi is so accomplished—she’ll have no problem finding another man."

Their pitiful expressions made me soften, even though I knew I was betraying my eldest daughter once again.

That evening, Rachel prepared all of Naomi’s favorite dishes and invited her over for dinner. After we had eaten, Rachel gave me a subtle nod, signaling it was time.

Swallowing my pride, I explained the situation to Naomi.

"Naomi, sweetheart, you've always been so good to us, never causing any trouble. You've worked hard and deserve the best. But your sister… Ella, she's fragile, and it’s harder for her to find a match."

"Now, because of a misunderstanding, she's pregnant with Lucas’s child. Could you possibly let Lucas go for her sake?"

Even as I spoke, I felt too ashamed to meet Naomi’s eyes. I expected her to explode in anger, to curse us out and storm off. But to my surprise, she remained calm. After a brief pause, she quietly agreed.

And just like that, Ella, pregnant with Lucas's child, became his wife.

Out of guilt, I bought Naomi a car to use for her commute to work. But two weeks later, Ella got into a car accident while driving Naomi’s car, and she lost the baby.

I immediately assumed Naomi had lent Ella the car, leading to this tragedy.

Outside the hospital, I lashed out at Naomi.

"You knew Ella was pregnant, yet you still lent her your car. What were you thinking? You caused this accident! This is all your fault!" My anger was uncontrollable as I glared at her.

Rachel tried to calm me down, biting her lip as she spoke, "It wasn’t Naomi who lent Ella the car."

"How could that be?" I snapped. "I bought that car for Naomi. If she didn’t lend it to Ella, how did she get her hands on it?"

Rachel lowered her gaze, speaking hesitantly. "Ella and Lucas were getting married soon, and they had everything but a car. I mentioned it to Naomi, and she agreed to let them use it."

Shocked, I turned to Naomi. "I gave that car to you. Why would you give it to them?"

Naomi looked down, her voice quiet but firm. "Dad, how many things that you've given me have I actually been able to keep? They’re always taken away eventually. It’s just a matter of time."

At that moment, I realized how poorly I had treated Naomi as a father. I had always tried to balance things equally, but somehow, the scales always tipped in Ella's favor. Over time, I got used to expecting Naomi to sacrifice for her sister.

But the truth is, both girls were my daughters, and Naomi never had an obligation to give up what was hers for Ella.