Once Frank and Kat returned to the suburban cottage, they found Nash at the doorway, having waited for a while.

He appeared anxious as he held his phone in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw them.

He walked up to them, smiling. "Mr. Lawrence, I just called Ms. Blue. I didn't think she'd bail you out so soon.”

"Oh, that wasn't necessary." Frank smiled in turn. "Call Ms. Blue again. Tell her she doesn't have to come over."

"Oh, okay." Nash quickly made the call.

However, Frank soon heard Frida's tone of exasperation. "Please pass the phone to Frank.”

Once Nash did so gingerly, Frida asked tiredly, "It's just been a day, and you've already gotten yourself into trouble?"

"It's not my fault." Frank chuckled, glancing at Kat beside him. "A bunch of fools were attacking Nash. I had to help."

“Nash...2"

"You don't have to worry about

a brow, as the way Frida put it

to yourself, or you're going back to Riverton," Frida said coolly. Frank pursed his lips in turn. "So I'm just supposed to bear with it if someone gives

chance!" Frank refused

but ultimately sighed in resignation. "Look, the Turnbulls and the Lionhearts are both getting antsy lately, so you really should watch yourself or Ms. Turnbull might

I'll do my best." Frank sighed reluctantly—while he got tough whenever anyone snapped at him, he would always

I'm hanging up if there's nothing else,"

hung up, Nash hurried to him and asked, "Mr. Lawrence, Ms.

told me to watch myself,” Frank said, while

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