"Answer me, I don't want to hear anything else!" Fiona Schmidt shouted.
Her small face was filled with anxiety, annoyance, and anger, alternating between red and white.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited..." The man felt sorry for her, constantly comforting her, patting her shoulder, trying to calm her down, "Let's talk slowly; it's not good for you to be upset."
"Brother!..." She grabbed his arm, shaking it back and forth, her anger slightly diminished but still anxious, "I'm almost twenty-six years old, not a child; I know what I'm doing. Like you said, even if I have to take care of him twenty-four hours a day, I'm willing. At least he is someone I like..."
She paused, sniffed, and her expression was serious and solemn, "But if I have to be with someone I don't like, even if it's a life of luxury, I don't care and won't be happy either!"
"Have you really decided?" Walter Schmidt furrowed his brows, grasping his sister's shoulders and staring intently at her.
