Pick Her up Grandly at the Airport

Lydia went back to the Callahan Clan with her injured arm. Despite her fear, she went to the place where her father kept leopards and as expected, found her adored father, frisking around with two women while watching the dueling leopards in the cage. "Lydia, you're back," Her father said perfunctorily. Lydia's arm was wound with thick gauze, but her father didn’t show a shred of concern. She was supposed to be his beloved daughter. He wasn't worried about her at all, only sending Liam, that good-for-nothing, to save her. A mix of love and resentment flashed within her eyes. Seeing his daughter standing there, looking at him as if reproaching him, her father finally spared her a glance, yet his words were accusing. "You should have murdered the culprit without leaving a trace. Now, the incident has blown up to this extent, there is not even a chance to kill." "Logan wasn't murdered by him." "I don't care who killed Logan, I only care if you have done a good job without causing any trou