His sarcastic remark caused mother’s beautiful face to distort. Biting her full, red lips, she said, “Gold. Give me that as payment.”
…I wanted to cover my ears.
“Though I’m not sure if she’s truly my daughter. Eleven years old? She looks like she’s eight,” he said bluntly.
“She’s eleven and your descendant! You’re the only one I had at the time.”
He clicked his tongue. “I’m no pushover. But you’d better get your hands off me, woman. And don’t speak nonsense anymore. Kelson!”
At his call, the door opened and a gentle-looking man full of brown hair came in. Father threw me at him. Fortunately, Kelson managed to catch me… gently.
“20,000 gold,” father said.
“Yes?” mother asked.
“Is the payment. Kelson, get me a pen and paper. Let’s wrap up this deal.”