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."

slightly as he closed the door. "You're most welcomed, and I should be thanking you instead—things would have turned bad for me and my daughter if not

to stare at the moon outside the window. As his troubled thoughts eased, he entered a meditative state

as he stretched his

was light but

black hair—it seemed that the white hair was just a wig. She was wearing baggy yellowish pajamas, and her complexion was fairer without makeup, a stark contrast to her delinquent

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

Frank raised a brow, leaning

her gaze evasive

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