The relatives watched them like hawks, eager to control the two children to devour their assets.
Jerald took Gabriel abroad for training and kept Cathleen by his side, guiding her personally.
From that day forward, the only person in Cathleen's world was Jerald.
...
The autumn leaves were swept up by the winds of Cuwheau.
Cathleen stared at her phone screen, where Gabriel Gabriel's face appeared, and felt a pang of sorrow spreading from her heart.
The man in the video wore a tailored suit, his eyes filled with the same worry they held ten years ago when he left the airport with red-rimmed eyes.
"Cathleen, I've already asked my assistant to book your flight for next month. The villa you like has been renovated in the classic style you mentioned before. I'm sure you'll love it." Gabriel said.
Cathleen tried to curl her lips into a relaxed smile, but she couldn't quite manage it. "Gabriel, you don't have to go to all this trouble."
"How could this possibly be trouble for me?" Gabriel's brow furrowed. "Haven't you endured enough in Cuwheau all these years? Now that our family's business is well-established in Snuebia and North Asnyae, whether you want to attend a prestigious art school or travel the world, I can make it happen for you."
He paused, softening his tone, "Remember how you always said you wanted to attend a concert in Whoedan when you were little?"
Of course, she remembered.
Back then, she was only eight, lying on Jerald's lap watching a documentary about music festivals of Snuebia, pointing at the screen and declaring she would one day see it in person.
Hearing that, Jerald had smiled, ruffling her hair gently, "When you grow up, I will take you."
Everyone said Jerald spoiled her so much.
He would even move heaven and earth for her.
Reflecting on the past, her heart felt as though it was being squeezed tightly.
Cathleen quickly lowered her eyes, afraid that her tears would fall and worry Gabriel.
"I remember," she murmured, her voice slightly muffled.
Gabriel was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the video, choosing his words carefully.
"Cathleen," he finally spoke again, his tone cautious, "You and Jerald... I know you've had a hard time these years."
Cathleen's fingers clenched abruptly, her nails digging into her palms, spreading a prickly pain.
She could imagine Gabriel feeling both helpless and heartbroken.
That year's devastating fire burned down the Kirby Estate and also destroyed the carefree childhood she should have had.
It was Jerald who carried her, injured, out of the fire, who withstood the pressure from the relatives of the Kirby family to secure the inheritance of Gabriel and Cathleen, who taught her to read and write step by step.
But somewhere along the line, her gratitude transformed.
Was it when she was fifteen and had a fever, and Jerald stayed by her bedside all night, and she accidentally touched his warm wrist?
Or was it on her eighteenth birthday when he gifted her a cello, saying that one day the whole world would hear her music?
She couldn't remember.
Love had quietly taken root, and by the time she realized it, it was already deep and abiding.
"Gabriel," Cathleen took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm, "I know what you want to say."
"Jerald has done so much for us, and I will never forget it," Gabriel's voice was heavy, "But emotions can't be forced because of gratitude. He sees you as a niece, as a junior to care for, you can't..."
"I'm not forcing it," Cathleen interjected, her voice rising in panic before she quickly realized her mistake and softened her tone, "Gabriel, I understand. I will tell Jerald about my decision to leave myself."
Cathleen looked out at the falling autumn leaves and suddenly felt her eyes sting. She sniffed, smiling at the screen, "Gabriel, I promise I'll come next month. And then... you have to take me to the best steakhouse in Aflait."
"Alright," Gabriel finally laughed, "I'll order as much as you want."
After ending the video call, the room fell silent.
Cathleen slowly crouched down, burying her face in her knees, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
She knew Gabriel meant well, and that Jerald's kindness was not love. But her feelings had grown like vines, threatening to suffocate her.
She raised her hand to touch her lips, recalling how last night she had felt like a thief stealing others' happiness-yet in that stolen moment, she tasted the tenderest affection.
Was leaving in a month truly the best decision?
Cathleen didn't know.
She only knew that the thought of leaving Jerald felt like a piece of her heart was being hollowed out, a pain that was hard to bear.
Hearing the sound of the door opening downstairs, Cathleen quickly wiped her tears and picked up the prepared coffee, rushing downstairs.
One glance, and she stood rooted to the spot, thunderstruck.