"Nicholas, what do you plan to do about Hannah?" Henry Hargrave's expression was serious, and his tone matched it.
"Plan?" Nicholas Croft frowned, caught off guard by Henry's question, he glanced at Henry and then looked over at Hannah Hargrave on the other side of the sofa.
At this moment, Hannah's heart was more tense than anyone else's. She tightly clutched her fingers, lowering her head slightly, not daring to look directly into Nicholas's eyes.
Seeing Hannah's nervous yet hopeful expression, Nicholas suddenly understood Henry's meaning, his gaze remained on Hannah's face as he said with a half-smile, "I think I've made myself clear."
"Hannah, what did Nicholas tell you?" Henry solemnly turned to his daughter.
Hannah grew even more anxious, glancing at her stern father and then towards Nicholas, hesitating under his half-smiling gaze, "Nicholas, my parents already know about that night."
