Anthony Varley was blunt and hit Varley right in the face.
You're my dad.
Whatever you say about me is fine.
But you can't bully my wife!
With that, Anthony glanced at Sarah Sullivan, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines.
Although she was the subject of the conversation, she seemed indifferent, as if she were an outsider.
"My lady, in a few days, how about your husband takes you to see a modern version of the drama of lords burning beacons?"
Sarah nodded, "Sure, I'm looking forward to it."
The couple seemed to perform in perfect harmony, ignoring the presence of others.
This infuriated Varley.
He was almost ready to blow his top.
"Anthony! You fool! Sooner or later, you'll suffer because of a woman! I've crossed more bridges than you've walked roads! Trust me, and you won't be wrong!"
"Oh really? But I heard, Dad, didn't you suffer because of a woman a long time ago?"
"Insolent! What are you talking about!" Varley fumed with anger.
