Chapter 32

"Look, Kat," Peter replied gently, "you might hate me, but when it comes to proper etiquette, we should keep in touch with the Vance family." Kathleen let out a cold laugh. "This isn't about etiquette. It's about you trying to connect with them." Peter fell silent. "What do you think you're getting out of this?" Kathleen asked, her voice calm but cutting. "Do you really take the Vances for fools? You think you're the only one who's clever in this world?" "Kat, how can you talk to your father like that?" Peter demanded, displeased. "You married Shawn. Now, you're living a life people can only dream of. What's so wrong with that? We're family. Are you really going to cut ties with us? You're my daughter!" Kathleen raised her eyes to the distant sky, watching the fireworks burst across the horizon. "The day my mom died, I stopped being your daughter." With that, she hung up. Behind her, she suddenly heard a faint sound. She turned to see Shawn standing there, hands in his coat pock