You Have To Take Care Of Your Womb

"Sorry for waiting! Here are the glasses!" Violet chirped as she glided gracefully on the floor, carrying three wine glasses in her right hand and two in her left. Before Theo could stand from the sofa to help his daughter, Allen beat him already. 

"Give me them…." 

"Ah…" Violet gave the three glasses to Allen while she kept the other two. One is for her, and the other is for Victor. She walked toward him and placed the glass in front of him.

"Thank you." Victor smiled brightly and thanked her. The guy knew this would piss Allen off.

And Victor was not mistaken. Allen was digging a pit even deeper. Violet, who ignored the odd atmosphere in the living room, sat down next to her dad and queried,

"So, what do you guys talk about already?"

She heard Allen's voice raised a while ago, but she understood nothing he blabbered. Thus, she hurried to return, worried that Allen would make a fuss about Victor being there all of a sudden.