Mission Accomplished?
Done with the dinner, Elizabeth and I volunteered to do the dishes.
Surely, Auntie Claire stopped me from doing so. Since I was considered a guest, she didn’t want me to do anything. But when I gestured to her how excited Elizabeth became, she eventually conceded and let us do it.
Meanwhile, the grumpy middle-aged man was still huffing and puffing through his nose, remaining indignant about leaving his daughter with me.
“Dad… This princess—Uh, I will be fine. It’s Ruki. He’ll never hurt me.”
Following through on her gesture earlier, the girl went next to her father, hugged his arm, and acted like a sweet daughter.
There’s no doubt that it’s too effective. Within ten seconds that Elizabeth did that, her father closed his eyes and sighed heavily before placing his hand on top of his daughter’s head.