As Mr. and Mrs. Swift departed from the house, only Lady Bradford, her daughter, and the remaining Lancaster family were left in the room.
"Getting on my nerves really makes you all happy, doesn't it?" Daniel asked, his eyes burning as he looked at the woman who had spent the last hour trying to advertise her daughter like a piece of meat.
"I'm talking to you, woman! What part of the words 'I am married' do you not understand? Draven is no one's but mine. What is so hard to comprehend that you dumb rocks can't get it?" He yelled, but immediately forced himself to calm down. He shouldn't treat this like a lunatic; there was a much easier solution to this mess.
"I guess spending some quality time with my father and mother in a cell will enlighten you. I don't need your fucking help in my marriage. So, bye."
