It was just as Frank had expected.
He shook his head with a resigned sigh. Sara truly never missed an opportunity to find ways to stir up trouble for him.
“I took care of my mother once. Does that count?” he replied casually.
Sara’s lips twitched slightly before she quickly forced a smile. “Of course, Mr. Hoover. It counts! With such a devoted son like you, Mrs. Hoover must be so proud.”
'Alright, you win this time.'
'I admit my misstep.'
However, Frank’s mind lingered on something else.
Sara always addressed him as “Mr. Hoover,” even in their private time. He found the title overly formal and impersonal, and he didn’t particularly like the sense of distance it implied.
His expression grew serious as he looked at her.
“Sara…”
Just as he was about to say something more, a knock on
