The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank left Turnbull Estate alone the next day.

He never told anyone where he was going as he drove alone to a mansion in the outskirts of Morhen.

The mansion was modest in size but stood in the middle of a small forest a quiet and clean environment far removed from the bustling city.

Frank's heart calmed considerably just from seeing it, and he stepped through the front door to find a faint tea fragrance wafting from the drawing room.

An ancient, familiar voice spoke from the door. "Ah, you're here."

"Yeah," Frank replied as he strode in to see his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, seated primly.

He had an antique tea cup beside his fingers, and Frank had picked up its aroma earlier.

"You should sit." A pretty silhouette appeared out of nowhere with another cup of tea, putting it respectfully on the opposite end where Godwin Lawrence was seated.

Frank turned to see that it was none other than Silverbell, and he wanted to thank her for protecting Walter Turnbull but could not. All he did was nod and sit opposite his father.

leveling a troubled stare at him. "So, you're done

"Turnbull affair?"

was taking a sip of his tea, frowning at Godwin. "Are you saying

chuckled, but he could well

asked yet another unprecedented question. "What do you think

"What do I think?"

surprise but shook his head after some thought. "I was an apprentice at Mystic Sky Sect before hiding in Riverton

in silence at his honestly. "Alright. You can go

Frank stared at

thought his father would take the opportunity to tell him about the

the old days since Godwin had said

only summoned him