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.
However, just before he could flip, Frida strode up. “Mr. Turnbull, let me speak with Mr. Lawrence.”
“You?” Glen did a double take. “Are you sure about this?”
“No.” Frida shook her head, flashing a pained smile. “But it beats doing nothing.”
Glen nodded gratefully. “I’m counting on you.”
“Ahem…”
Frida walked up to the door and cleared her throat, but Frank spoke up before she could. “Do I owe you anything, Frida?”
A cold sensation unfurled in Frida’s gut at his cool words, and she hung her head guiltily. “No. I will always remember my life debt to you.”
“Then keep your mouth shut,” Frank snapped, his tone cold as ice. “I won’t listen to anyone unless Vicky comes to me personally. We don’t owe each other anything now that you’ve gone out of your way to bring me here, so leave and take the Turnbulls with you. Don’t be an eyesore.”
Frida felt like her heart was cut in two, and she remembered Frank saving her twice in her most desperate moment, even restoring her meridian nexus.
It was a debt she would never make up for, and yet she repeatedly browbeat and harassed Frank because the Turnbulls asked.
She could really faint right then.
“I-I know,” she growled through her teeth and returned to Glen.
“How did it go?” Glen could see there was no hope when he saw Frida’s pale look but asked anyway to keep the last bit of hope he had.
Frida shook her head. “He won’t do anything until he sees Ms. Turnbull.”
Glen sighed loudly at that.
While he was surprised Frank was more obsessed with Vicky than he thought, it was a request neither he nor his family could fulfill.
In fact, Glen himself had to get down on his knees and beg Vicky just so that she would agree to marry Titus.
She and Frank were clearly made for each other, but Glen had to split them up for the sake of his family.
He would rather not do it, as he hoped for Vicky to follow her heart and marry someone she loved, but reality never goes as one would expect.
