n the elegant main hall of the Busch mansion, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Mrs. Daniela, with a disapproving expression on her face, didn't hide her annoyance in the slightest. Her words had resonated in the air, filling the space with a heavy air of discontent.
"Daniel, are you even listening to me? Look at me when I'm talking to you, son! I can't believe you lied about that girl's age, I'm telling you," Daniela continued, her voice as cold as ice — "I've told you time and time again that it's not appropriate for you to be interested in women this young. It's disrespectful and goes against the values of this household. You know this, and yet it's always the same with you!"
The comment about her age made the girl feel vulnerable and exposed in front of Daniel's family. He did
