Once Frank and Kat returned to the suburban cottage, they found Nash at the doorway, having waited for a while.

He appeared anxious as he held his phone in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw them.

He walked up to them, smiling. "Mr. Lawrence, I just called Ms. Blue. I didn't think she'd bail you out so soon."

"Oh, that wasn't necessary." Frank smiled in turn. "Call Ms. Blue again. Tell her she doesn't have to come over."

"Oh, okay." Nash quickly made the call.

However, Frank soon heard Frida's tone of exasperation. "Please pass the phone to Frank."

Once Nash did so gingerly, Frida asked tiredly, "It's just been a day, and you've already gotten yourself into trouble?"

"It's not my fault." Frank chuckled, glancing at Kat beside him. "A bunch of fools were attacking Nash. I had to help."

"Nash...?"

sighed heavily. "You don't have

brow, as the way Frida put

yourself, or you're

"So I'm just supposed to bear with

"Yes!" Frida snapped angrily.

Frank

snapped but ultimately sighed in resignation. "Look, the Turnbulls and the Lionhearts are both getting antsy lately, so you really should watch yourself or Ms. Turnbull might get it too.

I'll do my best." Frank sighed reluctantly—while he got tough whenever anyone snapped at him, he would always give in if they

I'm hanging up if there's nothing else," Frida

she hung up, Nash hurried to

told me to watch myself," Frank said, while

on Kat with a frown. "Apologize to Mr. Lawrence right

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