Seeing her father seemingly oblivious to her words, staring out the window in a trance, the girl felt a twinge of irritation. However, she knew that at this time, her father's mood was indeed foul, and it would be unwise to further upset him by being inconsiderate. She could only stand silently by, waiting for her father to emerge from his deep thoughts.
"Tracy, when exactly do you plan to proceed with your marriage to Prince Hoffman?"
Even the girl herself didn't expect her father to suddenly bring up a topic seemingly unrelated to what she had just said. She felt a wave of panic, as if struck by a deer. Could it be that her father had noticed something amiss?
