"My eldest daughter… ever since she met that man, it's like she's lost her mind. She's over at his place every other day, not a care in the world if people look down on her. And look, she hasn't even finished her chores, and she's disappeared again. Sigh… she just won't listen to a word I say."
"You think she's given herself to him already? Once a young woman gets a taste of it, she's just like a young man—can't get enough."
"Surely not."
BANG!
Ian Quincy kicked open the kitchen door. His eyes were dark and menacing, his cool voice laced with suppressed fury. "Since you admit Cecilia is your eldest daughter, why are you deliberately slandering her? Her coming to our home—wasn't that your idea? If she truly loses her mind over a man as you claim, why didn't she use the opportunity to move into my place when we registered our marriage the day before yesterday?"
