Even if neither Kat nor Nash would say it, both father and daughter cared for each other.

Kat had stepped up for her father when he was hurt, despite supposedly being a rebellious adolescent and despite the consequences.

It was the same for Nash, which was why Frank could be sure that Kat was just a little rebellious and not actually rotten.

And it was normal behavior for girls her age.

"Oh, it's very late, Mr. Lawrence... Let's get you to bed. I've already cleaned a room for you.”

With that, Nash led Frank upstairs to the guest room.

The furnishing was not particularly grand, but it was clean and everything necessary was inside.

"Is this to your satisfaction, Mr. Lawrence?" Nash asked apprehensively.

"It's good. Don't worry, I'm not that demanding.” Frank nodded. "Thanks, Nash."

as he closed the door. "You're most welcomed, and I should

the moon outside the window. As his troubled thoughts eased, he entered a meditative state for half an hour, when someone

up, narrowing his eyes as he stretched his ears and listened

but rushed—it was

her with black hair—it seemed that the white hair was just a wig. She was wearing

anything, she looked like a completely different person—like a girl next

Frank raised a brow, leaning against

come in?" Kat asked, her gaze evasive and her

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