Exhaustion finally took over Bettie, as her efforts to coax Bun remained unsuccessful. She sighed, Leaving the cat snacks on the floor under the table before collapsing onto the sofa. “Is Tyrone bothering you again?"

"Yes, he's persistent. But don't worry. I won't let his antics sway me.

He wants me to treat him to three meals. If he continues to harass me after that, I will emigrate once I finish investigating my father's death."

She was on her own now, free to explore new horizons with only herself to take care of.

If she emigrated to another country, Tyrone wouldn't be able to bother her.