Leah's two cats were solid-colored Ragdolls, with bright blue eyes and long, soft, snow-white fur. They looked like a pair of sisters, barely a few days old, two tiny bundles curled up in the cat bed.
Delphine rarely kept pets, but her heart melted a little when she saw the two kittens. She reached out and picked up one of the tiny bundles, cradling it in her arms. The other kitten, noticing this, let out a soft, coquettish meow.
Ignatius Leclair stood waiting by the car door, his handsome, stern face angled toward the newly moved-in Squire siblings' villa. Night was falling, and the distant mountain ridges cast shadows that hid behind the glowing streetlights, tranquil and imposing.
He had already discovered that Leah Squire's primary physician was in Switzerland. This time, with the two leaving Southeast Asia, their destination was undoubtedly Switzerland.
Europe was a place beyond Griffith Squire's influence, and Ignatius was still hesitating—should he act or not?
