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."

a sigh of relief and bowed slightly as he closed the door. "You're most welcomed, and I should be thanking you instead—things would have turned bad

took off his jacket to stare at the moon outside the window. As his troubled thoughts eased, he entered a meditative state for half an hour, when someone

he stretched

was light but rushed—it was

the white hair was just a wig. She was wearing baggy yellowish pajamas, and

she looked like a completely different person—like

Frank raised a brow,

Kat asked, her gaze

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