Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 292

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 292
On Tuesday, Joel took her to the old Yule residence.

Catherine gave him the gift she had prepared. “I bought it for you the other day when I went to the mall with a friend. It looked good, and I think the fabric feels quite comfortable too.”

“My daughter has a good eye. It looks good. I’ll wear it tomorrow.” Joel smiled from ear to ear.

“I also bought two sets for Grandpa and Grandma, but I don’t know if they would—”

“Don’t worry, they’re not lacking in gifts. It’s the thought that counts,” Joel said with a smile.

The old Yule residence was also near Sherman Mountain.

The two did not exchange any words on the way there. When they were about to reach the residence, the whirring sound of a helicopter sounded. Catherine wound down the window to take a look, and Joel finally found a topic to talk to his daughter about. “Many nobles here in the capital have private helicopters. The one just now should be the Snow family’s.”

“Rodney Snow?” Catherine blurted out. She really did not like that man at all. For Shaun to be friends with a person like that, he must be cut from the same cloth as well.

“You know Rodney Snow?” Joel laughed. “Rodney has a good relationship with Eldest Young Master Hill, and the helicopters they bought are the same model but different colors. However, they’re pretty low-key and don’t fly much. I heard that Eldest Young Master Hill suddenly flew at 12 midnight a few days ago. Everyone said that something urgent must have happened in the Hill family.”

Catherine’s heart froze. She suddenly remembered the time she was drunk on the yacht. She seemed to have been on a helicopter, but she just thought she had been dreaming.

“Dad, what day was that?”

“Well… I’m not too sure. It was probably Tuesday or Wednesday.” Joel was puzzled. “Why?”

“It’s nothing, I was just curious.” Catherine felt confused. Wednesday was the day that it happened, right?

‘Did he go over by helicopter? But why would he be in such a hurry? Was it because he wanted to see me make a fool of myself, or… was he worried about me?’