When they returned to the Yardons' house, Yardon seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness from earlier. Seeing Schiller and the others return, he hurried over to greet them.
"I thought you'd already left."
"How could we? I just took Aisha out for a walk. She firmly believes aliens might be hiding in the cornfields." Schiller shook his head lightly. "She was a little rowdy on the plane, so I didn't sleep well. I'd like to go upstairs and catch up on some sleep first. Could you keep an eye on her for me?"
"No problem." Yardon agreed at once. "I'll keep a close eye on her. Maybe I can take her for a walk through the fields too."
"As long as you don't mind her being rowdy." As Schiller turned and headed upstairs, a faint, imperceptible smile appeared on his face.
Yardon was still far too eager for quick success. Perhaps because he had never left the town, his perspective was somewhat narrow.
He had never considered that a single father who truly loved his child would never hand his daughter over to a stranger he had known for less than a day.
But without question, he had taken the bait. Ignoring Schiller, who was supposedly heading upstairs to sleep, he went downstairs to find Aisha.
"Mr. Yardon, I want to go look for aliens in the fields! My dad didn't really want to go just now. He barely walked with me at all. Will you come with me?"
"Sure, let's go catch aliens in the fields together." Yardon agreed happily. "We can walk for as long as you want."
He did not notice the cold gleam flashing in Aisha's eyes. As long as I want? If I don't show you what I'm capable of, you'll really think taking