The man embraced Cecilia Vaughn with great force, his eyes slightly tinged with red. It should have appeared fierce, yet there was an incongruous tenderness in his expression.
"Cecilia..."
He sighed softly at Cecilia Vaughn's name, as if merely saying it could grant him a form of redemption.
Seeing Adrian Law this way, Cecilia Vaughn felt perplexed and uneasy.
"Adrian, what's wrong?"
The man looked deeply at the girl in front of him, his previously gloomy brows gradually relaxing.
"Nothing... just let me hold you for a while."
Cecilia Vaughn's lips moved slightly, but she ultimately didn't ask.
Actually, even though the soundproofing in the room was excellent, thinking about Adrian Law and his father Frank Law talking alone in the parlor, even without hearing the content, Cecilia Vaughn could guess a thing or two.
If it wasn't about the irritation over his deceased mother and sister, then it was about Frank Law previously neglecting her, and Adrian arguing on her behalf.
