Catherine stepped out of her black luxury car, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she approached the grand entrance.
She wasn't here to see Edward.
She wasn't even here for Tim. One of the cleaners informed her earlier that Aurora was in the house again.
She wanted to see that b#tch. That woman who ruined the happy marriage her son would have been in, only if he had married Anne.
And also to finally meet the swamp Aurora shamelessly kept hidden from them, and called a child.
Catherine stepped into the living room, her sharp eyes scanning for Aurora. One could see the hate all over her face.
She stood in the living room with an imposing air, ready to tear Aurora the moment she sees her.
Looking around, her gaze fell on a little girl sitting on the carpet, drawing with colored pencils.
Catherine's eyes narrowed as she silently observed her from afar. She took off her black shades, and crossed her arms over her chest with hate.
Hate almost drowned her
