"It's alright, Father," Edmund answered gently. "You were only trying to make sure your daughter was safe. I understand."
After a moment, Primrose cleared her throat and said, "Actually … there's something we want to talk about with you. That's why Edmund brought you here."
Lazarus raised a brow. "About what?"
Primrose fell silent for a while. She knew that every time her late mother was mentioned, her father's face would be filled with sorrow. That was why she rarely spoke about her mother with him.
"Why don't we talk somewhere more comfortable?" Primrose suggested with a gentle smile. "You're not in a rush to go home today, are you, Father?"
The truth was, Lazarus had already told his assistant that he had business elsewhere and would be returning home late. He even pretended to ride off on horseback, leaving the horse in a safe place before secretly traveling to Noctvaris with Edmund. That way, he could spend more time with his daughter.
