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."

"You're most welcomed, and I should be thanking you instead—things

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 a meditative state for half

up, narrowing his eyes as he stretched his ears and listened to the presence

light but

opened the door to find her with black hair—it seemed that the white hair was just a wig. She was wearing baggy yellowish pajamas, and her complexion was fairer without

a completely different person—like a girl next

brow, leaning

in?" Kat asked, her gaze evasive and her

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