"Not yet." Owen Moreland's voice was calm.
"When will you come back?"
"I'll be home for lunch."
After hanging up the phone, Amelia Clarke quietly approached Celebanquet and sat down on a wicker chair beside it. Celebanquet glanced at Amelia, lightly swished its fluffy big tail, then calmly continued pondering its cat life.
"Celebanquet, where is your owner? Do you know?"
Celebanquet twitched its ear tips.
"You don't know either?" Amelia remembered on New Year's Eve last year, hearing the conversation of Madam Moreland, Emily Yorke, and Ava Moreland at the Moreland's old mansion. Emily said Grace Adams had kept the cat, given by Benjamin Moreland, for twenty years.
During these twenty years, Celebanquet might have been seen by Grace as the only bond between her and Benjamin, which is why she pampered this cat so much, taking it everywhere with her. Now, even Celebanquet isn't wanted...
At eleven-thirty, the Black Cayenne drove into South Hill Villa's gates.
