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."

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

was late into the night, and Frank took off his jacket to stare at the moon outside the window. As his troubled thoughts eased, he entered

his eyes as he stretched his ears and listened to

light but

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

looked like a completely different person—like a

Frank raised a brow, leaning against the

Kat asked, her gaze evasive and her tone

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