All color was lost from Ashe's face at that ignorant line of his. A few chuckles sounded from the people standing around them as they thought what kind of a father he was…embarrassing his only daughter like that.
Tears finally started to streak across Ashe's face as she shook herself free from her mother's strong grip on her shoulders and ran past her confused dad, out into the streets where no one knew what a failure she was.
James looked past her and then back at his wife. He straightened his designer coat and walked towards Rose, looking around. "Honey, what happened to her? Why is she crying?"
Rose's eyes were sullen and black as she looked up at her husband. "You really have no heart."
"Wh-what do you mean?" James looked at his assistant in a questioning look. The assistant was hesitantly looking from side to side before leaning forward and whispering into his boss's ear.
"Erm, actually, sir. Ashe lost in the final round."
