"He..." Arthur Webb sighed slightly, not hiding anything, and spoke truthfully.
"Young master Morgan came here this afternoon. He left this check secretly, and by the time I discovered it and chased after him, he had already left, so..."
"...He really came!?" Kaitlyn Webb's face turned pale at that moment, her lips trembling.
"Yes, he left around three or four o'clock... I didn't expect him to come..." Arthur Webb frowned, stepping forward to take hold of his daughter's shoulders, "Kaitlyn, you... still remember him, don't you? You haven't forgotten the past, have you!?"
Kaitlyn didn't speak, her face even whiter. After a long time, she smiled slightly, not answering, but instead asking, "Is he... well? Has he changed... a lot!?"
The two questions made Arthur Webb's frown deepen and his heart ache.
Because he saw undisguised sorrow in his daughter's eyes, even tinged with a bit of despair. Her expression was fleeting, but he caught it, not missing it.
