Later on, her little Princess grew up.
More and more beautiful, ever more intelligent, her personality increasingly arrogant. But so what? Her daughter is a Princess, and pride is a form of capital.
She and her husband would often receive countless envious gazes when they took their daughter to banquets; exemplary grades, beautiful appearance, exceptional manners and talents—her daughter was the pride of her and her husband.
Until that day...
On the way to ballet class, a vehicle with a drunk driver sped past, and her daughter, her pride, never managed to stand up again.
The life that followed was shrouded in gloom.
Every day, she had to face her husband's endless blame, her daughter's erratic temper, her own company on the brink of collapse, employees resigning one after another, feeling she was no longer capable, that the company would not survive, staying would lead to a dead end...
She was suffocating under the pressure.
