Shen Mochen awkwardly listened to the mother and daughter's argument, or rather, Catherine's one-sided outpour.
After listening for a while, Shen Mochen felt that Catherine was still rather childish. Thinking about it, she spoke to her father in the same way. They didn't seem like family but more like enemies.
Of course, Shen Mochen could understand. If what Catherine said was true, such a family in name only indeed lacked affection.
That Earl had lovers and illegitimate children elsewhere, and the Countess had lovers as well.
The huge villa was usually occupied by only Catherine.
Shen Mochen thought of that empty home and figured she might be better off in a smaller house.
Finally, the end was in sight as the vehicle slowly stopped outside a restaurant in the suburbs. Though calling it a restaurant, from its appearance, it looked more like an elegant, medieval small castle, solemn and serene in the dim twilight.
