Chapter 290

"If you really like it, then keep it. When you're not around, I’ll help take care of it," Charlotte Hooper finally relented, realizing she'd been a bit old-fashioned. What Cassandra Taylor said actually made a lot of sense. There was a small cardboard box in the room. Cassandra laid a soft blanket inside and gently placed the little kitten down. "Alright, let’s head downstairs. I wanna see how Dad plans to deal with Vera." As Cassandra reached the top of the stairs, she noticed something unusual—the living room was eerily quiet. No, not just quiet. It felt like the air itself had frozen. Vera Taylor was trembling, biting her lip with tears silently rolling down her cheeks. Lillian Doyle stood beside her, face taut with tension, while Richard Taylor paced back and forth in frustration. Edward Taylor remained on the sofa, looking composed as he casually studied a chessboard. "Vera, are you seriously not gonna tell me who that man was?" Richard suddenly demanded. By now, it was clear—this