"What he owes me or what your family owes me has been paid off, so I have no right or reason to
blame him now."
Emotional matters can never be solved by forgiveness or unforgiveness.
Mathew took a deep breath. "Are you determined to get a divorce?"
"My mind has never changed."
"Okay," he said solemnly, "Since you don't plan to reconcile with Joseph anymore, if Maryam comes
back to Joseph’s residence, you probably won't disagree, do you?"
Maryam?
Kathy's indifferent expression became gloomy, and she couldn't help but recall the words she said in
her ear that day at the stairway. She said coldly, "I don't have the right to control the affairs of your
Joseph family, but I can’t promise I can live with her in peace when Maryam is back."
It should be said that she couldn't do it at all.
She said that she didn't hate Joseph and the Joseph family because the shot he got, plus the car
accident, had already paid off everything.
All the love and hate were completely offset. She only hoped that the two will stop entanglement from
now on.
Mathew softened his tone, "Maryam will not embarrass you, as long as you don't say anything in front
of Joseph."
Kathy's face became a little cold, and when she heard this name, his brows wrinkled.
Back in the bedroom next to the master bedroom, Kathy closed the door abruptly.
What was going on now? That man remembered nothing but her, so he was even more domineering
and unscrupulous?
She can't leave now, and she also didn’t know when they will divorce.
What was even more ridiculous now was that she still had to watch Maryam walk around in front of her
again and please her husband nominally every day?
She really thought about keeping the child...but if it wasn't for the woman who stimulated her
deliberately, maybe...she wouldn't be so excited...
Then maybe that kid will still be...
She would be loath to kill her child, how could she actually be loath to...
...
The next day, Kathy was awakened by the alarm clock by the bedside, and she glanced at the time
above in a daze.
It was seven o'clock and it was time to wait on someone to get up.
After changing her pajamas and finishing washing, she walked to the master bedroom, but before she
reached the door, a young figure was already knocking on the door properly.
Kathy felt that she must have hated this woman to a certain level. She had never hated any woman
who liked Joseph before.
She stood still on the spot, not moving forward, but she didn't know why she didn't step back.
Maryam didn't notice that Kathy was standing not far away. After knocking on the door for a little while,
her sweet voice sounded politely, "Brother Joseph, are you awake? I'm coming in."
After waiting for about ten seconds, there was no response in the bedroom, and Maryam carefully
wrenched the doorknob to open the door.
Joseph's face was cold, and he squinted at her displeasedly. "Get out."
Maryam's eyes widened in surprise, her tone was unexpected and sad, "Brother Joseph, don’t you
really remember me?"
The man glanced at her again, and his face became more gloomy, "Are you the servant Kathy got
here?"
He raised his voice a little, and the irritation in his tone was not concealed, "She hires a woman like her
to seduce me?"
Kathy had already planned to turn around and leave, but she stopped after hearing this sentence. She
pursed her lips, and her frowning brows stretched.
Maryam looked at the man in panic and bit her lip in a grievance, "I am not the servant hired by sister-
in-law, I am adopted by your grandfather."
Joseph's face eased a little, but he was still very unhappy, "Then go out. Wake me up is what my
woman and servant do. Kathy is a little jealous, don't show up in front of her."
Kathy was speechless.
When did she become a jealous woman?
She turned around and walked over silently.
Standing at the door, her face was very pale, she glanced at Maryam next to her, and said to the man
on the bed, "Since someone is serving you, then you shouldn’t need me."
She said lightly, "After getting dressed and washed, come down for breakfast."
"Kathy." Before she could turn around, the man's low voice sounded, "The wound on my chest hurts.
Come and help me dress."
As if worried that she would refuse, he said again, "I don't like other women touching me."
The wound on his chest... was caused by her.
Kathy said indifferently to Maryam who was about to speak, "Then you go out."
Maryam lowered her head aggrievedly, "Grandpa asked me to take care of Brother Joseph..."
Kathy snorted, "Maryam, don't let me hear you call him Brother Joseph again."
She was really disgusted. She used to feel that she had no reason to stop her, but now she no longer
needed a reason.
She didn't like it, that's enough!
Maryam's eyes widened. "Sister-in-law...you still don't forgive me..."
Joseph hated to see this woman talk nonsense next to him, not to mention that this woman was not his
woman, so his face immediately became cold, "Don’t you want to stay in Joseph’s residence?"
Even if his sister was here, he may not have any impression, let alone a woman he didn’t know.
Maryam didn't dare to say any more, she could only lower her head and whisper, "Then I will go down
and help the servant prepare breakfast first. Then you come down early."
With that, she closed the door smoothly.
Kathy opened the closet, took out a man's shirt, and sat on her knees by the bed. The man was always
looking at her.
Although the handsome face was very calm and there was no extra expression, but those deep eyes
still faintly spread expectation and happiness.
She didn't even know what he was expecting and happy.
"Hey, help me undress." The man's voice was sexy and lazy because of suppression. At the end, he
didn't forget to add a sentence, "My wound hurts."
When he lifted his shoulders, he might actually pull the chest injury. Kathy frowned and naturally raised
her hand to unbutton his pajamas.
Her movements were very natural, as if she had done it countless times, but the man's body was
slightly shaken. Staring at her face, he stiffly speaking, "Do you often undress Dr Young?"
This man's way of thinking after amnesia was really simple. She didn't like him so much. Naturally, this
kind of treatment can only be given to men who were seriously injured. He was not a person who was
often injured.
Kathy blinked, then raised her eyes and sneered, and said casually, "Do you really want to know this?"
She raised her head, her oval face was full of smiles, "Do you want to know how detailed it is?"
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