"Really, Bella?...Really?" I looked at Bella, who was dying of shame in front of me with an exasperated look on my face, and asked as if she had gone crazy. "I know that you don't get along with your father, and for some reason you have a passionate hatred towards that man...But that still doesn't mean you can go around calling every man you see your father."
"What if they had their girlfriend or wife around them? Wouldn't that create a horrible misunderstanding?" I asked Bella, whose face was turning redder as I spoke and looked like she wanted to dig herself a grave. "Wouldn't their partner think that the man they had trusted enough to be in a relationship with actually had such a beautiful daughter who's old enough to get married herself?"
"S-Shut up, Daddy!...I-I mean, K-Kafka!"
