Roland felt the weight on his shoulders gradually lift. "Daughter, please ask her to meet me. I need to see her and talk..." he pleaded.
"Sure, Dad. I'll help. But..." Scarlett smirked, eyeing her messy Father. "You really need to take care of yourself. Seriously, you look like a 70-year-old grandpa." She stifled a laugh.
Seeing her Father about to speak, she cut in, "Come on, Dad. If you don't look after yourself, people might mistake you for Grandpa Robert!"
Roland, "..."
Robert nearly choked but played it cool.
"Your skin's pale, your hair needs a trim, and you look so thin, Dad!" Scarlett teased, holding back laughter as he panicked.
"Do I look that bad?" Roland asked, checking himself.
"Yes, Dad. And you must be healthy and fit because my mom still looks young and beautiful," Scarlett advised sincerely, recalling her mom's timeless appearance.
