Gabriel nodded and disappeared into the night.
Kevin leaned back on the sofa, letting out a long, weary sigh. “It’s all her mother’s fault. She was too lenient, always saying children needed to express themselves freely. She’d break a bowl, lose something valuable, and no one was allowed to scold her. That’s what created the monster she is today.”
“Mrs. Smith was highly educated,” Isabella said with a gentle smile. “She certainly believed in a scientific approach to parenting.”
“A load of nonsense,” Kevin scoffed. “Look at her now. How does she even begin to compare to Catherine?”
Isabella said nothing, just gently massaged his legs.
After a moment, she looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Darling, Lance helped Catherine open a design studio, but it’s quite far from Kensington. I was thinking of getting her an apartment to make her commute easier.”
Kevin nodded. “That’s a good idea. Where is the studio?”
Isabella told him the location.
“Well, isn’t that just on the commercial street in front of Willowbrook Gardens?” Kevin said. “In that case, let Catherine move into the apartment there. It’s only a five-minute drive from work.”
Isabella looked both pleased and worried. “But I’m afraid Jessica will find out and cause a scene.”
“Let her!” Kevin snarled. “That apartment is in my name now. I decide who lives there.”
Isabella fell silent, her eyes welling with tears as she gazed at him adoringly.
Kevin immediately pulled her into an embrace. “Tomorrow, have Catherine come home. We’ll go to the notary, and I’ll sign the property over to her. You and she have been so good to me over the years, and I haven’t forgotten it. I’ve been meaning to give her a place of her own, but she always refuses, saying she wants to make her own way. It makes me proud and sad at the same time.”

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