"When my brother first returned to the Schmidt family, he was twenty-seven, two years older than I am now! You didn't force him to go on blind dates, it's unfair! You're biased! Or do you think your daughter is so ugly she can't get married!?"
Fiona became more and more agitated as she spoke, her small face puffed up and flushed red.
"You..." Elijah Schmidt glared at her, puffing out his cheeks and putting on a stern face, "Is your brother like you? He's a man; even if he's thirty, it's not a big deal, but you're a woman. If a woman doesn't start dating by twenty-five, each year dragging on is worse. By the time you're thirty, no one will pay attention to you!"
"I told you you're biased!" Fiona continued to retort, her expression almost crying, "What's wrong with a woman being thirty? Men can get married at thirty, but women can't!? Biased, biased! Elijah Schmidt, you're biased, I don't want to talk to you anymore!..."
Saying this, she turned and ran, rushing towards the door.
