Blackstone Code-Chapter 474: The Youngster

People often use the word
vision
to describe someone’s mindset, but whether a person has vision is closely tied to how much money they have.
The wealthy—like Miss Severella upstairs, who was just throwing a vase worth over seven thousand Sol at a six-figure painting—never worry about the value of things. She just wants to release the frustration building inside her. She doesn’t care how much damage she causes or how valuable the items are.
This is what people call having
vision
—not worrying about trivial matters that money can solve, but pursuing a higher personal realm.
Because she is rich, she can afford to ignore such things. To her, these objects are just common and insignificant parts of life.
This attitude, her
vision,
carries into her daily life, giving her a natural air of grandeur, a disdain for money, and ambitions beyond wealth. People praise her for being born into a wealthy family yet not being shackled by money.
By contrast, poor people focus on the small details.
For example, when they fall and tear a hole in their pants.
Young kids might cry nervously because they fear their parents will scold them over a ripped pair of pants—a lack of
vision.
Teenagers will be distressed because buying new pants isn’t easy; it means they have to wear the torn ones longer, which isn’t cool—still no
vision.
Adults just sigh. They know wearing torn pants isn’t decent, but their burdens leave them only able to patch and mend. Despite frugality, wearing torn clothes still lacks
vision.
This has little to do with vision itself, but everything to do with money. Yet it becomes a crucial part of what defines
vision,
which is unfair to those at the bottom of society.
Severella’s anger soon subsided. The damage she caused in just ten minutes might equal a lifetime’s earnings for an ordinary working-class family. But she didn’t care—she had
vision.
As her daughter approached the dining table, Mr. Wadrick, reading the newspaper, smiled and asked, “Darling, what made you so angry this early? Care to share it with me and your mother?”
His tone wasn’t genuinely concerned—more like watching a show.
This reflected Severella’s own nature. Born into wealth and power, money and influence no longer interested her.
Thanks to Mr. Wadrick’s strict upbringing, she hadn’t been exposed much to romance or relationships.
Money, power, and sex—the most desired and addictive things in life—held no allure for her. Perhaps all she cared about was proving she could be just as outstanding without being Mr. Wadrick’s daughter.
Though she never truly succeeded in proving it.
This usually calm girl had now learned to throw things, which intrigued Mr. Wadrick more than the minor losses. He wanted to know what was wrong with his daughter. His wife shared the same curiosity, watching with interest.
Severella’s cheeks flushed slightly. Now that her anger had vented, she felt ashamed.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so impulsive…” she apologized, then sat at the table. “Breakfast looks good today.”
Mr. Wadrick nodded. “Your mother made it. But shouldn’t we get back to what made my little princess so angry? Don’t you want to share?”
He then turned to his wife with a fake expression. “My child’s grown up. She doesn’t need me anymore and won’t even talk to me. I’m sad, dear.”
Severella laughed at the scene of her parents, butler, and housekeeper all looking abandoned.
“Alright, fine. Here’s what happened…” She decided to tell them. She knew no secret could escape Mr. Wadrick’s curiosity. Also, if she wanted to go to Nagaryll, she needed his approval—otherwise, she’d be stopped and sent back before even boarding.
In some ways, she really was his daughter. People respected her, but only because of her identity.
If Mr. Wadrick ordered her brought back, that respect would lessen. The housekeeper might knock her out and drag her home—something that had happened before.
She was only seventeen or eighteen then, in her prime, curious to see how her friends and their boyfriends had fun. She got knocked out and woke up in her velvet bed.
There was no escape.
She picked up a newspaper, opened to a page, and showed it to Mr. Wadrick. “Lynch has some scandal with an actress.”
He took the paper seriously, glanced at the picture, then looked at his daughter. “This doesn’t seem to concern you much?” He added, “That girl is pretty.”
Severella glared at her father, unwilling to believe they were unaware.
Maybe her look made Mr. Wadrick uneasy, or for other reasons, his joking expression faded and turned serious.
After a moment, he said, “Darling, I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to have feelings for Lynch.”
“He’s a…,” he glanced at his wrist, “a very special young man. I know he’s handsome and attractive to a girl your age, but he’s not someone suitable for marriage.”
“If he were ordinary, I wouldn’t oppose it because you’d still be in control after marriage. Our money would support you, your children, and descendants. I wouldn’t expect you to strengthen the family line, just live happily.”
“Or if he came from a background similar to yours, with a similar upbringing, your union might bring good changes, and you’d love each other because you’d know who speaks first loses.”
“But he climbed up from the bottom. My dear, he’s the last person fit for you.”
Looking into Severella’s eyes, Mr. Wadrick sighed. “In just over a year, he rose from a worthless man living off a girlfriend to a high position without much help. Honestly, I admire him.”
“But he plays with fire every time, walks the edge of danger, dances with risk.”
“He has ambition, skill, and courage—he won’t stop for anyone, not even you.”
“Even if you married, it wouldn’t be out of love, but because you fit his needs at this stage.”
“Money, status, reputation—you’d never have his love, yet you’d give him all yours.”
Mr. Wadrick looked to his wife and held her hand. “Your mother and I are exceptions. You can’t always mistake exceptions for rules, understand?”
“You and Lynch won’t be like us, but like others—those you think are unfortunate.”
Mr. Wadrick had seen much in his life. He knew that a person with ambition, desire, ability, and courage rarely stops unless they need something.
Lynch was still young, and his continuing success would drive him further. Romance, to him, might just be a fleeting way to satisfy physical needs.
He didn’t want to see his daughter recklessly throw herself into danger and get hurt. Once people like Lynch make up their minds, they’re capable of anything.
He hoped his daughter would have a marriage that, if not perfect, was at least decent—one matched in status or with dominance and control.
There was no need for her to be involved with someone like Lynch; it was far too risky.
Severella suddenly sighed. “Father, you can’t take care of me forever. Though I hate saying something so sad, there will come a time when you can’t protect me.”
“I know you do this out of concern for me. You’re afraid I’ll get hurt and want me to be happy, but that’s you thinking from your own perspective.”
“Have you ever tried to see it from mine? To consider whether your approach is right for me?”
“Maybe it isn’t, because you’re not me.”