Dead Soul Grass (2)

"She’s indeed beautiful and… very attractive." Angele nodded.

"Well then…" Adolf laughed.

"Wait, Father! You can’t be serious!" Sophia stopped her father from continuing.

"What? You don’t like him?" Adolf stopped smiling and instead had a serious expression on his face.

"Angele is nice, but he’s just not my type. Father, please let me at least make my own decisions." Sophia seemed adamant on this, so she insisted.

"Your type? You mean that bard from Westwind? The only thing he has is a pretty face!" Adolf spoke in a reprimanding tone, but Sophia kept looking at him, showing how serious she was about this.

"Since Sophia already has someone in her mind, how about just letting me treat you like my own father?" Angele quickly stood up and interrupted their conversation. Adolf still looked angry, but he stopped glaring at his own daughter.

"Well then… I’ll just treat you like my own son," Adolf said. It looked like he now felt slightly better.