Nicholas never once took his eyes off Trevor as he spoke. From his quivering lips and betraying how much of a shock he received from knowing his daughter would have been killed without his knowledge. To his clenched fists and the blood that dripped from his hand were the candela fixed.
His voice was cold and detached, and his expression twisted into a scowl. His pale features had him looking more grim than intended. Nicholas was not at all surprised when Trevor threw away his family to protect his daughter. If Nicholas had the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to do that. The death of his own child still clung heavily to him till this day.
Then Trevor spoke again, the coldness in his tone easing up, but just a little.
