"Then I'll have to trouble you to bring Yvonne back to rest first, Mr. Taylor," said Zachary.
Frank smiled faintly.
"Mr. Leinster, what are you talking about? Not to mention Yvonne haven't married you yet, even if she marries you in the future, she will be my daughter for the rest of my life. It's my duty to take care of her. Why bother?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zachary's face darkened a little.
Yvonne did not say anything as she quietly listened to their conversation.
Although she could not tell what was wrong, for some reason, she felt that her father's words were a little weird.
"Is Dad angry?"
In the car.
Yvonne and Frank sat in the back seat, and the driver was driving in the front.
Yvonne looked to her side. "Dad, are you angry?"
"Hmm?"
Yvonne pursed her lips. "I feel like you're angry."
"I'm not angry, but I don't want you to stay there."
"Why?"
