[If something bad happens here, instead of blaming her, I will blame myself.] Lazarus thought bitterly. [This is our home. This is the place where my daughter should feel safe and be able to return to anytime. But how could I let danger enter this place? How could I let anything bad happen to my daughter?]
[I should have hired more guards every time she came home. Maybe I should have asked the wizards from the Magic Tower for help too.]
Truly… Primrose was speechless when she heard her father's thoughts. Instead of thinking about his own safety while staying alone in this manor, he was thinking about her first.
How could Primrose deserve a father like him? She had never even been such a devoted daughter to him.
Sometimes, she even felt guilty. Maybe she shouldn't ask him for money so often. But Lazarus loved buying her beautiful and expensive things, and whenever she tried to refuse, he would look sad.
In that case, she would still ask him for money.
