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."

relief and bowed 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

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

he entered a meditative state

he stretched his ears and

was light but rushed—it

with black hair—it

was wearing baggy yellowish pajamas, and her complexion was fairer without makeup,

like a completely different person—like a girl next

brow, leaning against

Kat asked, her gaze

Frank shook

Kat stared at him, taken aback—she definitely did

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

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