Carter had been here once, so he knew this was Adam’s house.

However, Shirley and Adam were antagonistic. He knew that Shirley despised her brother, so he found it curious that Shirley would be staying here.

As the wind and snow grew heavier, Carter stepped into the house, feeling the warmth enveloping him.

He patted away the snow accumulated on his shoulder and entered.

Cathy was making soup for Shirley. She quickly lifted her gaze when she heard the sudden footsteps entering the house and saw Carter walking toward the stairs.

Cathy became more alert at the sight of Carter. “You’re trespassing again, Mr. Gray.”

Carter, paying no heed to her words, glanced at Cathy. “She’s upstairs, right?”

“The person you’re looking for is not here. Please leave.” Cathy’s attitude was firm.

Carter continued ignoring Cathy and kept to himself as he went upstairs.

“Stop!” Cathy hurried toward him to intervene. “Carter, this isn’t your house. You can’t come here whenever you want.”

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