"Dad, there's something I want to tell you," the soft voice came from the woman with blonde hair that was left down to her shoulders.
The old man named Mikael who was eating realized something was amiss with his daughter, forcing him to stop. "Is everything alright, dear?"
The two glazed eyes now broke through, wiped away by her hand. "Dad, what do you think about me to break up with Sebastian?"
Mikael was startled to hear such a question, his wrinkled face turned dead serious. "What do you mean, dear? What happened?"
She shook her head, her cries no longer bearable. "I-I can't take it anymore, Dad. It's so hard for me to endure," she stammered and Mikael rose from his seat, approaching his daughter.
"Anisa, what are you talking about?" he soothes her by stroking her hand, kneeling right next to her chair. "Could you tell me more?"
