Zac replied, “I-I can hear you…”
“Hah!” Vicky snapped right then. “Did you forget what I’ve said? I told you not to threaten Frank with his family, but I guess none of you were listening! Even if I’d like to see Helen Lane served to me on a platter… Do it, darling! I won’t blame you even if you kill Uncle Zac!”
Zac paled at Vicky’s words.
He opened his mouth to speak but eventually hung his head in silence.
Frank was silent too—if Vicky directly spoke on Zac’s behalf, he might actually refuse her.
But Vicky was smart.
Knowing that Frank was not one who followed orders, she chose to side with him instead to disarm him.
If Frank actually killed Zac after that, he would actually be the petty one.
“It’s alright…”
Vicky sighed after a brief silence, pouting over the phone. “Just let him go, darling. This one time, alright? He’s still my uncle, and just killing him like that would make things complicated, y’know?”
Frank sighed and shook his head. “Since you put it that way, I’m really not in the mood for death.”
Shooting Zac a look, he snorted. “Fine. I’ll let it slide once… And don’t you think you should explain yourself too, Vicky?”
“Explain? What for?” Vicky asked, using her signature playfulness to play dumb.
“Don’t try to play this down,” Frank growled, frowning. “You were out of touch for so long that I couldn’t even tell if you were safe. Don’t you know how difficult that is for me?”
“Oh, so you do care about me!”
“Don’t change the subject!” Frank snapped sternly. “Are the Lionhearts coercing you?! If that’s the case, tell me! I’ll protect you from whoever it is, be it the Lionhearts or the rest of Draconia, and I’ll do it without hesitation.”
Vicky sniffled at his words, her laughter quivering even as she tried to be cute. “Haha… I’m not… Why don’t you come over to Turnbull House to see me? I-I missed you…”
Her voice turned quiet towards the end, and Frank was not about to hesitate at that. “Alright. I’ll be right there.”
However, before he could hang up, Vicky quickly said, “Wait, darling… Would you mind helping my grandfather since you’re coming anyway? I know it’s too much to ask, but I’d rather not lose him… So, please?”
“Got it,” Frank said after a brief silence, and hung up.
“I’ll take you to Turnbull House, Mr. Lawrence,” Frida said without further ado, heading straight for the car since she was there for the whole conversation.
Frank glanced at Zac and growled coolly, “You’re lucky this time. Now remember—threaten me with my family again, and there won’t be a next time!”
“Yes…” Zac trembled even as he sat limply on the floor.
It was long after Frank left that one of the Turnbull family bodyguards helped him to his feet.
He looked around at the other Turnbull family bodyguards who were still laying and groaning on the ground and flashed a pained smile.
Gesturing at them, he said, “Send someone to clean up this mess, and…”
