Chapter 9

Clenching his fist, Wren turned around calmly to greet Carlisle and Shirley.

Only then did Carlisle feel better. While removing his coat, he glanced around the quiet villa. "Where's Katrina and Clara? Wasn't Clara discharged from the hospital this morning?" "I'm not sure," answered Wren.

Carlisle eyed Wren before turning to the housekeeper beside them. "Are they not back yet?"

The housekeeper responded carefully, "Before leaving this morning, Mrs. Zachman went to Ms. Salford's room to take a few things. She never came back after that." Wren furrowed his brows.

Carlisle stopped removing his tie, his expression filled with displeasure and anger. "The older Katrina gets, the more trouble she causes.

"She's still harping on such trivial matters, isn't she? And now, she's leaving the house with her niece as an act of protest to me?"

Carlisle meant. Pretending to be understanding, she said, "Carlisle, Katrina's just caught up in anger. "Maybe she'll come back with Clara in a few days. Don't be

as he spoke about Katrina. "She's only behaving like that because she's lived a good life for too long." Wren did not want to watch the duo's

to book your flight. Enjoy a few days

a lot of preparations to be done

I will get someone to take care of it,"

the former had no choice

...

the chair with a picture of four in her hand, her eyes full of

Caldwell, and her brother-in-law were still alive at that time while Katrina was not married to Carlisle yet. She

things were different now. Katrina turned around to look at her reflection in the window. She looked exhausted, and

a moment, she did not recognize

hitting against the glass of the frame. Katrina instantly snapped out of it and carefully wiped the frame

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