Chapitre 309: Father-And-Daughter

"Father, I can—" She paused, realising there was no one sitting in the other chair. The plate of food lay alone before it.

Where did she go? she cried inwardly. More importantly, how did she go?

"Is something wrong?" her father asked.

"Yes, you need to stand back outside after knocking," Jenni pointed out, glaring at her father. "What if I was changing or something?"

Her father gave her a look as if the realisation had only just dawned on him. "You have a private washroom," he said, coughing. Then his eyes flashed towards the two serving on the table. "Why do you have two plates of food?"

Shit! she cursed inwardly. "I'm hungry. Do you care?" 

"Are you overeating in anger?" her father asked. Thankfully whatever Dawn did, even her father's gold-rank senses were unable to pick on it.

"Why are you here?" she asked. "Did you feel like the punishment wasn't enough and now want me to clean toilets, too?"