"Wait."

Just as Quinn did her best to help her crippled father into the car, Frank spoke up, putting his hand on the door as he reverted to his usual state.

Quinn's heart skipped a beat, presuming right then that Frank was changing his mind.

However, Frank was no savage.

He glanced at Bocek even as he wheezed and spoke quietly, "There's something else.”

"Do tell, Mr. Lawrence,” Quinn said, immeasurably tame.

"I heard your father sending someone to massacre the White family," Frank said. "Tell them to stop right now, and that the White family are never to be touched.”

Quinn was certainly relieved that Frank was not changing his mind, though she soon frowned. “But it's the White family who lured you into this trap. Are you just going to leave them be?"

"That's my business.” Frank's cool gaze left Quinn flinching.

Quinn muttered and quickly fumbled through her father's pockets for his phone, then

to say yes just

a miserable look at Frank, who nodded.

Quinn and Bocek sighed

for your understanding, Mr. Lawrence. I swear to never be your enemy ever again,” Quinn

"Hmph."

actually appeased once he saw that Quinn was that submissive, even

long. But with your meridian nexus crippled,

actually looked grateful as

sight before dropping to his knees and coughing up a mouthful of

battle three years ago, and had yet

to treat his condition. Using the Death Eater technique would aggravate his injury, but things

I didn't need to ask for Hans’

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