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."

he closed the door. "You're most welcomed, and I should be

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into the night, and Frank took off his jacket to stare at the moon outside the

troubled thoughts eased, he entered a meditative state for half an hour, when someone knocked on his

as he stretched his

light but

her with black hair—it seemed that the white hair was

her complexion was fairer without makeup, a stark contrast to her delinquent

a completely different person—like a girl

brow, leaning against

asked, her

shook his

aback—she definitely

a weird look. "A respectable maiden shouldn't be alone in the room with a

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