"Father!"
The battle finished, and Alfred Weaver finally came out of the Black Cloud Vessel, rushing excitedly towards Nico Weaver.
Nico Weaver turned around, his eyes brimming with joy as he opened his arms wide, embracing Alfred Weaver tightly.
"My dear daughter, you've finally come back!"
It was clear that Nico Weaver loved Alfred Weaver to the utmost; this rough and domineering man's eyes were already red with emotion.
Alfred Weaver responded softly: "It was Carson Flores who rescued me. Otherwise, I fear I would never have had a chance to revive."
Nico Weaver stepped back, placing his hands on Alfred Weaver's shoulders, and examined her face intently.
"Your appearance hasn't changed, but you've changed a lot as a person, grown more mature!"
Alfred Weaver wiped the corner of her eyes and smiled sweetly: "Yeah, I've grown up."
Releasing Nico Weaver, she chuckled lightly: "Let's handle business first, we'll talk more slowly later."
"Alright!"
