"I know!" Mr Frank frowned at Flynn. Soon, his gaze went to the glass windows of his office. He looked at those mountains covered in snow as he continued. "I know how persistent she can be," he spoke as if he is lost in his sorrow. Soon, he looked at Flynn again. "This is why, I think he doesn't deserve our Rhea," he finished.
His anger seemed to have subdued. But his determination seemed to have grown further. Flynn knew it would only make his arguments weak and invalid.
"Uncle, but her happiness matters," Flynn tried to reason.
"Yes! That's why I let her do whatever she wanted to."
"Yes, but did you see her for the past few months? She is not at all happy uncle," Flynn explained.
"She is better than the way she returned, isn't she?"
