"Open the door, Eli. Don't you dare test my patience again," The Frost King said in a vexed tone as he banged on a large beautiful door.
The door opened as a beautiful woman with a mature aura, and elegant bearings sighed, "Husband, let's talk to our daughter inside."
The Frost King harrumphed as he entered the room and looked at the silver-haired beauty with radiant crimson eyes, sitting on the bed and looking out the window with an empty stare.
The Frost King said in a stern voice, "There is nothing to discuss anymore, Eli. You better get down there right now. You have already smeared our bloodline name, and now the least you can do is not—"
"You mean I smeared your name?" Eli asked with a look of disappointment as she turned around.
"Eli!" Eli's mother, Rubella, called her out to prevent her from angering her father even more.
