Chapter 1161

Frank left Turnbull Estate alone the next day.

He never told anyone where he was going as he drove alone to a mansion in the outskirts of Morhen.

The mansion was modest in size but stood in the middle of a small forest—a quiet and clean environment far removed from the bustling city.

Frank's heart calmed considerably just from seeing it, and he stepped through the front door to find a faint tea fragrance wafting from the drawing room.

An ancient, familiar voice spoke from the door. "Ah, you're here."

"Yeah," Frank replied as he strode in to see his father, the Lord of the Southern Woods, seated primly.

He had an antique tea cup beside his fingers, and Frank had picked up its aroma earlier.

"You should sit." A pretty silhouette appeared out of nowhere with another cup of tea, putting it respectfully on the opposite end where Godwin Lawrence was seated.

Frank turned to see that it was none other than Silverbell, and he wanted to thank her for protecting Walter Turnbull but could