David smirked, a look of triumph crossing his face. “Commendable. You’re finally catching on to your station, Catherine.”
“What isn’t yours, you eventually have to return,” Megan added, fueling the fire of her brother’s arrogance
I didn’t offer a rebuttal. Instead, I reached back into my bag and produced two navy blue passports. I fanned them out like a winning hand at a high-stakes table. “David, the visas were finalized last week. I’m taking Aiden and Chloe to London. Permanently.”
The smugness on his face froze into a mask of confusion. Megan was the one who found her voice first, shrieking, “Are you insane? Do you have any idea what that costs? Where would you get that kind of money?”
I looked at them both—truly looked at them—and felt a wave of pity. “Money is no longer your concern.”
As if on cue, a black Mercedes GLS glided to the curb outside the glass doors. A driver in a crisp suit stepped out, opening the rear door and bowing toward the window. “Miss Catherine, the transport is ready.
