Walter then continued, “When the Martial Alliance took me, Mr. Lawrence was the one who stepped up. He threatened their chief Lady Silverbell, saying that he would fight them on the spot if she refused to protect me!”
“And Lady Silverbell agreed to it, even though it meant braving the wrath of Morhen’s mayor. Hell, as she kept me in custody, she told me so much about Mr. Lawrence, and I’ve come to realize that we’re the ones who don’t deserve him.”
Turning and leveling Frank a troubled look, Walter wiped a tear as he asked with a choking voice, “I’m sorry, but can I count on you to take care of Vicky from now on? Is that too much to ask for?” “Of course not.” Frank smiled, nodding repeatedly.
“Oh, thank you…” Walter sighed. “Whatever happens now, Frank… You will have a home wherever I may be.”
“Yeah,” Frank nodded, feeling warmth in his heart thanks to Glen and Walter, even though it had recently grown cold toward the Turnbulls.
“Last but not least…”
Walter suddenly added quietly. “Lady Silverbell has a message for you.”
“A message…?” Frank was caught off guard.
Walter nodded. “She says, ‘come home’.”
The Turnbulls were left in an uproar right then.
“What?! Frank Lawrence has that kind of relationship with Lady Silverbell?!”
“Shit, he’s actually that important?!”
“That’s amazing…”
There were no longer doubts or discontent, as every Turnbull was now looking at Frank in shock, even worshipfully.
On the other hand, Frank was spacing out.
“Donn, let’s go home.”
The young girl stood by the stream, watching in pain at the youth seated in a meditative pose under the waterfall.
He was made to sit there, even having a boulder placed on top of his head as punishment.
“No, I’m not going home,” he said defiantly.
“Just apologize to your father. We can go home…”
“Go home…”
The girl’s voice echoed repeatedly in Frank’s mind, as he seemed to
forget everything else and returned to
at moment, where it was sunset at the waterfall.
Once he came to his senses, Frank felt a stinging sensation in his eyes and wiped them as he smiled at Walter. “Thank you, Mr. Turnbull. I understand.”
“Mr. Turnbull?” Walter suddenly scowled dramatically.
Frank chuckled. “Thanks… Dad.”
“Yes!” Walter nodded, laughing.
Frank turned toward Susan as well and greeted her quietly, “Mom.”
“Yeah.” Susan smiled too, her gaze clearly showing appreciation for her son-in-law.
After what happened, Frank had completely changed the opinions of Susan and everyone else in the Turnbull family.
Glen spread his arms at the servants
right then “Alright! We have two reasons to celebrate with a banquet tonight, and my nephew-in-law is the main event!”
“Yes, Mr. Turnbull!”
The servants left and went to work, and it was certainly a night of dazzling celebrations at Turnbull House.
