"That bastard! He's actually serious about arranging my marriage with that ugly thing… how frustrating!" Aisha slammed her fist onto the table, causing a crack to appear.
She gritted her teeth as her anger toward Nicolas surged to a new height. She was seething, biting her lip and clenching her fists.
"That bastard has fallen too low… He's crossed the line this time." Aisha growled, her eyes cold and merciless as she spoke.
"Don't worry, Aunt Aisha. With us here, that fool won't be able to force you into this marriage." Yuan wrapped his arms around her and whispered softly into her ear, comforting her.
Aisha held his hand and smiled softly after calming down. She nodded. "I know. And I have full faith in you—that you'll protect me without hesitation."
"Still, this is so frustrating it's giving me headaches… How could he decide my fate? Does a father sell his own daughter?" Aisha asked, her voice laced with sadness and disdain.
