"Please don't," I begged desperately.
Dad let out a sinister laugh, his voice cold and mocking. "What can a mere boy like you do? Foolishly thinking you can save her all by yourself and be her hero, making her fall for you," he taunted, picking up the rod and pressing its tip against Rex's palm. "Sorry to burst your bubble, young lad, but my daughter won't be with a pretty boy like you to avoid her being heartbroken. I don't approve."
Rex clenched his teeth in anger, kicking the rod away, causing Dad to stumble back. "What makes you think she needs your permission? You were never a good dad, and you never will be. So stop acting like you have any authority over her."
