"Finish your food." Kevan finally retracted his cutlery, but his oppressive gaze remained fixed on Larissa.

Larissa only felt that he was being ludicrous. "Your daughter has been kidnapped!" she repeated. "How can you still eat?"

Even she—a bystander who hated Bethany, could not help but be anxious. As Bethany's father, Kevan's current actions were a little too heartless.

"She'll be fine." Kevan's tone was mild but certain.

Larissa was stunned. "How do you know?"

How did he know?

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