"I'm sorry, Daddy," Selena said quietly.
"This is the fourth time you've apologized to Daddy, honey."
"Yes, but because of me, Daddy's hand got hurt."
Julian smiled. "Just a small wound, don't worry about it. It's time to eat the steak, if it's cold it won't taste good." While tidying up the shattered glass, Julian's index finger was accidentally scratched.
"But Daddy..."
"Shh… eat first, then we'll talk." Julian immediately cut Selena's words firmly.
Like an obedient student, Selena binds to her father's orders by starting to reach for the fork and knife by the side of the plate and start slicing the meat that his father cooked so perfectly.
"Medium rare." Selena screamed spontaneously when she managed to slice the best wagyu meat from Japan. "It's perfect, Daddy!"
Julian chuckled. "Of course, that Daddy is as great as that Salt Bae from Turkey."
