Frank chuckled coolly. "Well, Vicky is right—my patience is at its limit. But she got something wrong


    too! I won''t let this rest just because you refused to tell me what''s going on, so don''t go telling me to


    forget about her. I''ll be visiting the Morhen Turnbulls personally and demand answers, and don''t me


    me for leaving a mess when that happens!"


    Frida felt a migraine from Frank''s unreasonable demands. "Look... You can''t coerce me with my debt to


    you. Ms. Turnbull is keeping you in the dark for your own good, or you''d get yourself killed! Why can''t


    you just listen?!"


    "Hah!" Frank snorted. "Have I not been through enough? So what if I have to make enemies against


    the Turnbulls? I couldn''t care less even if it''s the Lionhearts or the Soranos!"


    Though his words were strong and determined, Frida only took it for an outburst in the heat of the


    moment.


    She was fuming, as she had no idea what to say as she shook her head in exasperation. "Ms. Turnbull


    knew you wouldn''t let it go. Well, I don''t know what good it does, but I can take you to her, on condition


    that you listen to orders, or it''s you, me, and Ms. Turnbull who get it. Understood?"


    "Fine." Frank agreed to it right away.


    "Good. Go pack your things."


    Frank actually had nothing to pack. He called Winter and Helen to tell them that he would be away for a


    few days, and then arranged for Burt Yorkman to keep watch over Skywater Bay in case anyone tried


    anything funny.


    "No problem, brother. I''ll move in right away." Burt agreed to it right away.


    "Call me anytime if something happens," Frank told him.


    "Sure."


    Frank nodded as he settled everything in Riverton.


    With Mona Fairfax and Burt, both of whom were Birthright rank, they would have no trouble short of


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    And since Frank did not need a change of clothes, he got into Frida''s car right away. -


    The journey to Morhen took a day, and it was night when the ck sedan finally stopped in the


    outskirts of Morhen.


    As Frida and Frank alighted at a cottage with a courtyard, a kindly middle-aged man stepped out,


    bowing when he saw Frida. "Wee, Ms. Blue."


    "Nash Yego, this is Frank Lawrence," Frida introduced quietly. "You''ll be looking after him for the next


    few days."


    "Not a problem. Hello, Mr. Lawrence." Nash nodded respectfully.


    Frank was puzzled in turn. "Why did you bring me here, Frida? Aren''t we going to visit Vicky at the


    Turnbulls'' residence?"


    "No, I arranged this—you''ll be lodging here." Frida sighed. "He used to work for the Turnbulls and he''s


    close with Ms. Turnbull. You can ask if you need anything."


    "Oh." Frank nodded and turned toward Nash. "In that case, I''d like to see Vicky right now."