"I don't want to marry Daniel Heathenne Father."
Isleen had blurted out to her parents after the count's family had departed from their mansion. Her parents froze when they heard this. The Duke strode to where she was standing in the living room and soon after, Isleen had felt a stinging pain of her left cheek with her head jerked to the right side.
"You dare to go against me?! How dare you talk back to your Father!" The Duke bellowed while Duchess Isa sank more in her seat when he raised his voice at her. "Isa! You haven't taught your daughter anything?"
"I-I did..." the Duchess stuttered like a mouse.
"And this is the result! She talks back
to me!" the Duke increased his volume.
This time, Isleen spoke up; "Mother does not have any role to my refusal to get married to the Heathenne family. It is my own decision."
"And what is your 'so-called' decision?..." her father mocked her. "...to mar the Liberine family's reputation?"