"Thank you, sheriff, for helping us out. Although I still have doubts about the twenty-dollar compensation, we are reasonable people. We know how hard it is to maintain order in a town." Wendy said to the sheriff when Bacchus and his gang left.
The latter was amused by Wendy's adult-like words and smiled. "I'm glad that you understand and are willing to give me your full cooperation. Madam, your father... he is not as reasonable as you..."
Afterward, he seemed to realize that he had said something that he wasn't supposed to say. A frustrated look quickly formed across the sheriff's face.
"Wait, you know about my father and me? How is that possible?" Wendy's eyes widened.
"Your father and I are friends. He loves you very much. He has shown me your pictures a couple of times." The sheriff had no choice but to tell her everything.
"But I never heard my father mention you."
"Well, perhaps each of us has a past we don't want to mention..."
