“How did it go? If things get out of hand, I’ll call Mr. Adams immediately.”

Feeling slightly relieved, Katelyn responded, “It’s taken care of. There’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Katelyn often pondered the oddities of human relationships. Both Amy and Fiona came from noble families, yet their natures were poles apart. Amy was warm and friendly, whereas Fiona was bitter, spiteful, and jealous. It was a clear demonstration of the profound differences that could exist between individuals.

The moment she set her phone down, the door to her room burst open.

At the doorway, Katelyn caught Vincent’s presence, her eyebrow lifting in question. “What are you doing here?” She had intended for him to spend the night in a separate room to ensure he rested well.

With a piercing look, Vincent asked, “Has Fiona been causing problems?”

That Vincent knew of Fiona’s antics was no shock to Katelyn. She confirmed with a nod, not bothering to hide it. “Indeed, but she gained nothing from it. I taught her a lesson.”

Katelyn sank into a chair, the wave of relief from her fatigue finally hitting her. The events of the previous night had drained her completely, and the effort of disciplining someone had sapped what little strength she had left.

Vincent moved closer and enveloped Katelyn in his arms. At that moment, he noticed the swollenness of her cheek. His demeanor turned cold instantly.

He took out his phone and instructed, “Samuel, remove Fiona’s hand.” Katelyn quickly intercepted the phone and said to Samuel, “Hold off. Don’t touch her for now. She’s still of use to me.”

Had it not been for her need to probe into the Ruiz family, Fiona would have been punished already.

Samuel, caught off guard, hesitated, uncertain whose command to follow.

Vincent cast a look at Katelyn. Given her insistence, Fiona’s punishment would have to wait. He was well aware of the delicate matter Katelyn was probing into.

He murmured, “Fine, don’t touch her for the moment. Just monitor her closely and see what her next move is.”

Fiona was not the type to let things slide. That must be why she had approached Katelyn earlier today.

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Grasping the situation, Samuel gave a quick nod. “Understood!”

Once the call ended, Vincent’s embrace around Katelyn tightened. He rested his chin on her head, as if her presence could soothe the hollow ache in his soul.

Katelyn whispered, “Amy brought up the Ruiz family to me today.” This was expected by Vincent. Even without Amy’s initiative, Katelyn would have ensured she spoke.

His confidence in her abilities was unwavering, hence he felt no surprise, merely inquiring, “And?”

Katelyn shared all the details Amy had provided.

Vincent’s intense gaze fixed on Katelyn, his brows furrowing. “So, your mother might still be out there?”

If that were the case, it would be incredible. Katelyn might finally have the chance to reconnect with her family.

Katelyn recalled what Fiona and Bertrand had mentioned earlier downstairs. Seizing Vincent’s chin, she forcefully tilted his head to look into her eyes, asking, “Why did they refer to me as ‘Mrs. Adams’?” It was unlikely they would make such a statement without reason, particularly given Fiona’s eagerness to see Katelyn disgraced. Fiona had always rejected the idea of Katelyn being Vincent’s partner, yet today she had openly declared it. The more Katelyn thought about it, the more she sensed something was amiss.

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