Marshall stood right in front of Katherine’s home, but this time he could not enter.
His fingerprint was deleted.
He made several calls to Katherine but none was answered.
He then decided to call Peter and asked him to contact Katherine.
Peter had no clue of what happened between Katherine and Marshall, but he carried out Marshall’s
order anyway.
However, Marshall was soon informed that Katherine shunned even Peter’s call.
“Katherine posted a moment,” Peter said, “What does is mean?”
Marshall had deleted Katherine from his wechat contact and thus did not see her post.
So Peter sent him a sreenshot of the post.
The post had only a few words: GO TO HELL.
Well, it was mean.
Marshall could tell what kind of mentality she was having now.
She’s going to take everyone down with her.
If it was the Katherine that he used to know, meek and obedient, Marshall would take this as solely
complaint.
But she just kicked a servant today and even defied his mother.
Apparently, she lost her sanity and a person without sanity could do anything.
The old lady said she’s worried that Katherine would turn her back on his family and bring shame on
the Grant.
If so, they would have some tough problems to deal with.
Marshall doubted his mother’s concern at first, assuming that Katherine would not push so much.
Now that he saw the post, he thought such thing could be possible.
Marshall put down the phone and rang the bell instead.
And Katherine, of course, gave no response.
Marshall gave up then, thinking that they would not likely to have a friendly conversation given the
mood Katherine was in now.
Or it could even worse, he might provoke her once again.
So he returned to his car.
He didn't drive off thought. He lit a cigarette and just waited in the car.
Katherine sat in her room for a while until both her phone and the bell stopped ringing.
It was then that she finally went downstairs.
She saw the car parked outside the yard when she was at the stair.
She sneered. “Never thought that I would see you like this, Marshall.”
Leisurely, she walked to the kitchen and started cooking.
The lunch she had at the Grant’s was awful.
The cold food was still making her stomach a little uncomfortable.
Humming, she did her cooking blithely.
Marshall saw a shadow moving around in the living room after he finished his cigarette.
Katherine finally showed up.
In his car, Marshall rolled down the window and kept his eyes at the living room.
He could not see Katherine clearly, but a blurred shadow pacing through his sight once in a while.
He took a deep breath and finally decided to get off the car.
He approached slowly, and rang the bell once again.
Katherine’s meal was just prepared, she put the dishes on the table.
She ignored the ring when she first heard it.
But it kept ringing after she had sat down for her dinner.
It’s rare to see that Marshall had so much patience for her.
After a few thoughts, she decided to opened the door. “What?”
Marshall stared at Katherine, he was feeling conflicted inside.
What happened last night was still alive in his eyes.
Katherine was tender last night, and cooperating.
But then today things were all screwed up.
Marshall would never have thought this to happen.
Katherine made a concession at Marshall’s silence. “Come in.”
Marshall was surprised the moment he put a foot in.
The house had once been his, and he knew better than anyone about what it looked like.
But it had changed so much now.
It’s altered beyond recognition. Even the color of the cushion at the sofa was changed.
And there was a wind bell hanging by the door, singing as the breeze stroked her.
Katherine turned around. “Go over there and think about what you want to say, I’m going to have my
dinner. And when I come back, I hope you have organized your words.”
Then she paid him no more heed and resumed her meal.
She made quite a sumptuous dinner for herself possibly because of a sudden change of mood. She
wanted to give herself a perk.
She ate slowly, and she hummed from time to time to the songs that her phone’s playing.
What a life.
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