But now!
Even his daughter-in-law had run off.
What lawsuit was there left to file?
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Gordon’s lips, but he quickly smoothed it away. He looked up at Beatrice. “Mom, you can’t just make decisions on a whim. We’ve only been in Silverhaven for three years.”
“I’m not acting on a whim! I mean it! I don’t care what you say, I’m moving to The Capital!” Beatrice insisted, her voice rising. “Besides, haven’t you always complained that Sylvester Gardens is too noisy? Well, once we’re in The Capital, it’ll be much quieter!”
Gordon frowned. “Are you serious about this?”
“Of course I am! I’m as serious as a heart attack!”
Gordon let out a helpless sigh. “You really don’t want to think it over?”
“What’s there to think about? I’ve made up my mind, and that’s final!”
“Alright, then.” Gordon tried to look as if he was reluctantly giving in. “If you’ve decided, I’ll respect your wishes.”
Seeing her son finally relent, Beatrice was satisfied. “That’s more like it. Start getting things ready—we’ll move to The Capital after the New Year.”
There were only four days left until the holiday.
Moving so soon wasn’t exactly realistic.
“Got it,” Gordon nodded. “I’ll let my sister and her husband know later.”
After dinner, Gordon headed upstairs to his room.
He closed the door and scooped Snow up off the bed, grinning with excitement. “Snow, are you happy? We’re about to move to The Capital!”
The Capital?
At the mention of those words, Snow perked up and started meowing with delight.
Was Dad finally going to take her to see Catie?
A few seconds later, Gordon put Snow down, narrowing his eyes as he took a sniff. “What’s going on? Snow, you don’t smell as nice as usual!”
Snow: “......”
Of course she didn’t. She hadn’t gotten a cuddle from Catie in two days—how could she possibly smell as sweet?
Before this, Catie hugged her every single day.
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Soon enough, the 28th arrived.

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