When the iron door closed, the entire room plunged into darkness, and at this moment, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other.
"Father." Margaret tentatively greeted, instantly breaking the barrier between them.
"Are you alright?"
"Why are you here?"
"Did that guy bully you?"
Lawrence came to his senses and anxiously asked a string of questions, so many that it was overwhelming.
"I'm fine." Margaret raised her hand to hold her father's hand, meeting those anxious eyes.
In Margaret's memory, her father had always been invincible, nothing could defeat him, yet now he was so haggard, his disheveled hair and weary expression were unfamiliar.
He's aged...
Lawrence seemed to realize something too; no one wants to appear weak in front of their children. The moment their eyes met, it was like he was pricked by a needle, and he quickly pulled away from her support.
