"Linden Hawthorne." Tiana Thorne called softly.
At the sound of her voice, Linden Hawthorne turned his gaze to Tiana Thorne.
Seeing it was her, his originally indifferent expression immediately softened, a hint of a smile tracing his eyes.
"You're back."
Just by sitting there, he resembled a harmonious landscape painting, exuding an air of noble elegance from inside and out.
Beneath his usually gentle exterior, there was a touch of paleness, and the color of his lips was not as rosy as the first time they met.
Tiana Thorne noticed his tired expression and thought he hadn't rested well, so she couldn't help but ask, "Are you tired? It's been hard on you today."
She was too busy to notice this earlier.
But Linden Hawthorne wasn't obliged to take care of her father.
Having him guard there for so long made her feel guilty.
"It's okay." Linden Hawthorne wasn't concerned about it, looking at the unconscious Seth Thorne: "I said I would take care of your father."
