Chapter 167 - QUINCY VII

Ava looked even angrier, her jealousy overtaking her. I recalled how she was always envious of Daddy's small ways of showing affection for me, whether it was with a smile or a gentle caress. Because of that, I did believe that he loved me more than he loved her or any of his other daughters. This sort of sibling rivalry for Daddy's love didn't exist for them. It was only Ava who felt it with me, and Daddy knew. He knew, but he didn't chastise her in my presence, nor did he temper the way he favored me.