Nell stood at the entrance of the laboratory, his posture straight, and his presence calm and immovable. Despite the sharp and somewhat rude tones directed at him, his expression did not change in the slightest, without any hint of irritation and anger.
If anything, the tension in his shoulders eased as the cold sharpness in his eyes softened, and when his gaze landed on the second woman, something even rarer surfaced in his gaze: warmth!
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked at her and spoke in a tone that carried both reprimand and unmistakable affection, "Little brat… is that how you speak with your dear dad?"
Although his voice was firm, his expression was gentle, and he scolded like any ordinary father, doting on his mischievous daughter.
A scene so natural yet so utterly impossible because within the entire Zodiac Night Federation, there was one fact everyone knew. The Night Guardian King Nell had no wife, lover, or family.
