Yvonne arrived at her father's place, carrying the roast duck with her. As soon as she stepped into the living room, a servant quickly approached her. "Ms. Carter, you're here." "Where's my dad?" Yvonne asked.

The servant smiled and replied, "Mr. Carter is upstairs. He's still busy with some work, and asked me to look after you for now. Please, Ms. Carter, have a seat in the living room." Yvonne handed over the packaged roast duck. "This is the roast duck I bought for him. It seems to have cooled down a bit, so please heat it up."

"Of course, Ms. Carter. Please make yourself comfortable in the living room."

"No need," Yvonne said. "I'll go upstairs and find my dad to see what he's busy with."

Just as Yvonne was about to head upstairs, the servant suddenly stopped her. "Wait a moment, Ms. Carter."

"What's the matter?" Yvonne asked, feeling puzzled. "Why are you stopping me?"

"Mr. Carter is busy upstairs. He said he wants to finish his work quickly, so it's best not to disturb him. He'll be down in a little while," the servant explained.

"I won't disturb him. I just want to check on him and keep him company." Yvonne insisted on going upstairs.

The servant took a step back, looking troubled. "Ms. Carter, it's better if you don't disturb Mr. Carter. Otherwise, he'll be upset."

"I'm just here to see my dad and keep him company while he works. Why would he be upset? Step aside."

The servant's insistence only heightened Yvonne's curiosity. She grew even more determined to go upstairs, wanting to find out what her father was busy with that was so secretive. They were family, after all. What could be so confidential that even she wasn't allowed to know?

Geoffrey walked down the stairs. He was dressed in a neatly pressed gray loungewear set, looking clean and tidy, with a faint scent of

clear that he had just taken a shower.

take a shower?" Yvonne asked, noticing the

a soft grunt of acknowledgment. "I was feeling a bit tired

father's face looked somewhat fatigued. "How long have you been working? You look a bit worn out." Geoffrey smiled. "A few

he was very tired.

exhaustion, the

had gained made

if it left him

a

le worse for wear.

noticed faint scratch marks on her father's neck. She furrowed her brow in confusion, but didn't ask

"Dad,

warm little jackets, and it's absolutely true." "Of course, Dad. It's been a long time since

her father's as they sat on

you really come all this way just to have a chat with me?" Geoffrey asked. Given how sharp he was, he quickly noticed something was amiss. Yvonne knew her father was clever,

what

and me,

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