“You ungrateful child! Is that how you greet your father?” Paul spat with gritted teeth, his fingers curling tightly at his sides.
Jasmine let out a soft, humorless chuckle. “From a father who never for once asked about his daughter’s whereabouts for eight years?”
“You…” Paul pointed a trembling finger at her, his eyes blazing.
“Or from a father who couldn’t even arrive on time for his daughter’s wedding.” She continued calmly, her voice cutting sharper than any scream. “You showed up minutes before it ended.”
“Jasmine, you’ve become more unruly now. How dare you challenge your dad in front of so many people?” Juliet, Jasmine's mother, took a step forward and scolded her.
“I can’t help it mom. No one taught me manners.” She mocked, her smile broadened.
Juliet gasped, eyes widened. Sh
