Given what Frank said, it was clear that the old man knew Frank and Helen herself.


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    And Helen knew Frank enough that there was a fight between them.


    Helen then subtly nced at the helicopter in the distance. It was clear the helicopter had been parked


    there for a while, or it would not have drawn so many people.


    "Sir," she said. "Please don''t be upset with Frank. I understand you''ve waited for a while, so why don''t


    youe sit inside?"


    "Oh, you have good manners. That''s great." Fenton smiled.


    Before he could get in, however, Frank stood between him and the doors. "No, you don''t have to go in.


    Say what you need to say here and leave."


    Helen frowned at Frank''s rudeness.


    However, she also remembered that Frank was not the type who disrespected elders.


    And if Frank was being rude, she should not overstep and correct him.


    Nodding apologetically at Fenton, Helen hurried inside.


    "Go on. Say what you need to say." Frank glowered, his tone cool. "If you''re going to ask me to return


    to Cloudington on my father''s behalf, then my answer is no. Just give up already."


    Fenton was not surprised by his reaction and kept smiling calmly. "I''m not here to persuade you to


    return to Cloudington, sir. I''m just here to deliver Mr. Lawrence''s presence for Ms. Helen Lane—it''s


    been ced in the drawing room."


    "And by the way..." Fenton paused for a moment before adding, "Silverbell has learned of your survival.


    She''ll soon arrive from Morhen."


    "Bell?" Frank paused, remembering the young girl who had always tagged along wherever he went,


    always calling out his name in her adorable little voice.


    How was she, after all these years?


    Frank''s expression rxed as those memories returned to him, though he said, "Anything else? Leave


    if there isn''t, and don''te back. Just tell my father I''ll return to Cloudington eventually, but not now."


    "Yes, Mr. Lawrence. I''ll pass your message word for word." Fenton bowed slightly before leaving with


    his escort.


    As the helicopter''s des whirled resoundingly as it took to the skies, all Frank felt was annoyance


    once more.


    He strode into Lane Manor and immediately found Gina holding a palm-sized box in the drawing room.


    She opened it to a narrow slit and quickly shut it when she saw what was inside. "Woah!!!"


    Cindy did not see it and walked up to ask, "What is it, Aunt Gina?"


    "A ruby the size of an eyeball!" Gina eximed, holding firmly onto the box even as she tensed up.


    "Let me see!"


    "Be gentle or you''ll drop it!"


    While Cindy and Gina were busy trying to im the ruby, Helen got off the couch to receive Frank.


    "Frank, who''s that elderly gentleman—"


    "My father''s valet," Frank replied in annoyance, rubbing between his brow.


    Helen was shocked. "B-But you told me you didn''t have a family."


    Frank chuckled coolly. "Well, he''s dead to me."