"And why are you so angry about that huh? Isn't that what you have always wanted for the past eighteen years after you learned about my existence?" Joanna yelled at the top of her voice.
"I bet getting killed by you here would have been me granting your greatest wish but too bad Mr Anderson, I have no intentions of giving you that pleasure," Joanna continued as she moved closer to where her angry father stood.
"I don't like you enough to throw away my life just to make you happy; the exact thing you tried to steal from me..."
"And what is this nonsense you are sprouting from your mouth?" Mr Anderson cut in, his fierce stares fixed on her face.
"Also, is that how you were taught to speak to your father...,"
