Chapter 505

That expression—even if his own precious daughter had been stolen away by some lowlife, he probably wouldn't have looked half as pissed off.

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Oscar personally tended to Nora's scrapes and scratches. None of them were serious, just minor abrasions, barely worth mentioning.

As he dabbed antiseptic on her wounds, Oscar suddenly asked out of nowhere, "So, Nora. When are you planning on taking off