Filthy Rich had just finished removing the foolish items. The diapers, the clothing, the pacifier... Then he came into view of his precious little angel, Diamond Tiara, who was in a soaked diaper.
“This is ridiculous,” he scowled. “Why would anypony do this to my precious little angel? She must have felt so ashamed and embarrassed from all of this.”
Filthy reached down and hit his daughter softly on her stomach to try and get her to wake up. “Diamond, wake up! you look ridiculous in that get up.”
Diamond Tiara fluttered her eyes open. Everything was blurry after a minute she saw her father.
“W-Where is momma?” Diamond Tiara asked, not even noticing her soaked diaper. She got up, trying to escape from the crib, but realized it was too big. “Where’s Momma? Where is Scootaloo?” Diamond Tiara asked on the verge of tears.
Filthy Rich couldn't stand seeing his daughter in this state. He reached down, pulled Diamond Tiara out of the crib, and placed her on the ground.
“Now Diamond, I want you to get out of that diaper and get dressed like a normal pony,” he said calmly. “And you don’t have to worry my little angel. That filly will never bother you again because I fired her,” he finished firmly.
Diamond Tiara felt tears escape. For once she had a mother and all of it was being taken from her again. Tiara won't let that happen.
Tears were now falling down her cheeks. “NO! I won’t take it off until Momma changes me!” Diamond yelled at her father. “She may not have been my real mother but at least she cares for me! Unlike you, DADDY!” the last word was full of malice.
Filthy flinched at that. “Why, you listen here young lady! I do care for you! Who do you think buys you things, gets you your hooficures, and gives you as much money as you want? Honestly, sometimes I'm glad your mother is dead!” Filthy rich said before he could stop himself. He recoiled in horror as the words left his mouth.
Diamond Tiara felt anger rising in her chest. She walked closer to her father, her eyes narrowed to slits. “Y-You're glad she's gone?” When she got no reaction she snarled and Diamond Tiara marched to the door. “FINE! If that’s how you want it, I’m going to live with Scootaloo! At least she loves me! And buying me tons of things doesn’t mean I love you! I HATE YOU, DADDY!”
Before Filthy could respond, Diamond opened the door, walked out and slammed it shut behind her, the noise recoiling of the mansion walls long after.
For several seconds he just stood there, his brain unable to absorb what had just happened.
His daughter felt loved… by a pony she’d always said she’d hated and that had put her through this foalish and demeaning charade, but she wanted to go to her anyway? She wanted to live with that filly more than she did her own father?
The reality of what this implied pierced his stone heart like a cold knife, causing his legs to buckle.
Filthy fell to the floor and felt tears get released from the stalwart prisons that were his eyes. He looked to the door, the last spot his daughter had been, and just cried, occasionally whispering, “I’m sorry…”