"How is that possible? I've already promised Vivi that I'll call her later and invite her to visit us tomorrow."
"You're really just like a moth to a flame," Joseph Lancaster chuckled helplessly, with a tone full of affection, "Do you think that rebellious son will give in? He certainly isn't the same as you were in those days."
"I don't care, he's my son, so he has to listen to me!" Violet Zimmerman insisted, her face showing a touch of a stubborn little woman's irrationality.
The warmth in Joseph Lancaster's foxy eyes grew even stronger, as if he was taken back to over thirty years ago. Back then, she looked just like this, making his heart skip a beat, and he unconsciously held Violet Zimmerman's hand.
"Alright, I'll do as you say. Just don't come looking for me for comfort after running into a wall."
"You're my man, if I don't come to you, who else would I go to?" Violet lifted her chin, showing the stubbornness of a little woman.
