"Dad, Mom, I know you may think my decision is rash, but I have thought it over. Please support your daughter," Mia Foster earnestly looked at her father. In fact, regardless of whether or not her parents supported her, she had already made her decision.
Edmund Foster rested his hands on the armrests of the sofa, peering at his daughter through his reading glasses, "Have you thought it through?"
"Yes, I've thought it through." Standing in front of her father, Mia Foster nodded.
"Alright, I'll go talk to Old Shaw tomorrow," Edmund Foster said as he lifted himself up from the armrest, thinking that it might be for the best to call off the engagement with a man as fickle as Felix Shaw, "It's getting late. Go back to your room and rest."
"Dad, I'll go talk to Uncle Shaw myself tomorrow, you don't need to worry about it."
"That's fine," Edmund Foster nodded, patting his wife's shoulder as he walked past her, "Let's go, back to our room."
