The father and daughter looked at each other with hateful looks. The two of them looked out of control, with the anger they were holding back.
"Say it, father! What did you mean just now! What do you mean if it was mother's wish? What do you mean mother died of her own will?" asked Naomi.
But James was silent and seemed reluctant to answer his daughter's question. He just took in as deep a breath as he could and let it out quickly.
"Never mind, I don't want to talk about this. You better get some rest, and I'm so tired!" answered James firmly.
James had just passed his daughter, but Naomi kept chasing her father and was blocking James's path.
"You're always tired when you are with me! You're always tired even though we both only talk for a while! Naomi was impatient and said what was on her mind at that time.
"ENOUGH! I TOLD ENOUGH! GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM! OR I WILL...!" James had already raised one hand with his eyes bulging in annoyance.
