Even before Glen could finish, Frank was laughing icily.

"Nice performance—the usual good cop, bad cop routine? Get out," Frank said with a snort, waving Glen off nonchalantly. "Your father's death is his just deserts, what with the way his children behave. Don't waste your breath and get out."

Even as he returned inside the cottage, he paused and glared sideways at Glen, adding coolly, "That reminds me—I'll be attending your family's annual dinner. If I find out that Vicky isn't willingly marrying Titus Lionheart... Hmph!"

With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Glen and Nash standing there.

"Mr. Turnbull." Nash was at a loss for words.

Caught between Glen and Frank, he could not do anything and did not know what to say since he could not afford to mess with either man.

Glen was clenching his fist as various expressions alternated over his face.

he could flip, Frida strode up. "Mr. Turnbull, let

did a double take. "Are you sure

shook her head, flashing a pained smile. "But it

"I'm

Ahem.

walked up to the door and cleared her throat, but Frank spoke up before she could. "Do

hung her head guiltily. "No. I will always

listen to anyone unless Vicky comes to me personally. We don't owe each other anything now that you've gone

heart was cut in two, and she remembered Frank saving her twice in her

was a debt she would never make up for, and yet

really faint

growled through her

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