One second, two seconds, three seconds.
He withdrew his gaze and went upstairs.
Eva set down her wine glass, dragged her dress, and followed him up. For some reason, even though her father had a car accident, she felt uneasy... very uneasy.
After all, he was her dad.
How could she really ignore it?
She needed to go back.
"Honey."
She called to him.
The man stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at her.
"Honey, I want to go back first!" She felt uneasy inside; she wanted to go to the Nightingale Family, "I heard something happened at home, and I want to check it out."
Because she wasn't sure if there really was a car accident.
So she didn't say it directly!
"Is that still your home?"
His tone was indifferent, somehow different from usual, almost as if something had changed.
Didn't the Nightingale Family hurt her enough?
Thinking back to before, it made his blood boil! The fire burned stronger!
Subconsciously.
