Chapter 97

　　Alina's POV 　　Freddy had his own reasoning when it came to choosing gifts: "If it's too cheap, I can't bring myself to give it." 　　"Forget I said anything," I replied, putting the necklace back in its box. "Thank you for coming to see my performance." 　　"Alina, you sing beautifully." He still seemed lost in the memory of my performance. "You studied art history, right?" 　　I hugged the bouquet a little tighter and asked, "Do you know why I chose this major?" 　　He shook his head. 　　"Strictly speaking, it was Betty who chose it for me. She told my dad it was an easy major, and my dad agreed. So that's what I ended up studying." I took a deep breath. "But it’s not a good field for finding a job. Most students in this major at our school come from wealthy families." 　　"Your dad left you the company, so clearly he didn’t intend for you to struggle," Freddy analyzed logically. 　　"But he never talked to me about anything before he died. He betrayed my mom and was always cold to me. I resente