"Dad?" Lydia called out, snapping her finger in front of his face.
Shortly after Lydia had asked her question about whether or not her Father would let Adeline reside in the Claymore's main estate if she ran away from the castle, her Father had a blank look on his face. She noted his eyes were glazed over. He was physically sitting with her but was not mentally present with her.
"Sorry," Leonard instantly responded. "What did you just say, Sweetheart?"
Lydia frowned a bit. "I asked if you would take Adeline in—"
A loud buzz interrupted her.
Leonard held up a finger, pausing her. He pressed the call button near his phone, and instantly, the stoic voice of his secretary was heard.
"President Claymore, the eastern subsidiaries meeting will begin in less than ten minutes."
Lydia's shoulders sank in disappointment.
"Understood. I will be there in less than five minutes," Leonard instantly said. He rose to his full height and turned to his daughter, giving her a nod.
