Old Father

Clara looked at her mother with loving eyes. 

"Shouldn't we be grateful that Oliver came here to ask our permission? What if they directly told us they were getting married?" Mrs. Sheldon smiled at her husband, who was looking with killer instinct at Oliver.

"And yet I want to kill him." Mr. Sheldon looks at Mrs. Sheldon with an irritated look. Her frustration was visible on his face.

"Dad!" Clara's eyes jumped. Her body moved protectively to block her father's vision.

"It's okay." Oliver touched Clara's hand and shook it to console her. "I understand him."

Clara's raising heart cooled down a bit. She looked back at Oliver, whose face was showing understanding.

"But …" Clara's hand trembled. She wanted to take a stand for their love, but now Oliver wanted to take her father's wrath voluntarily.