Mrs. Grant was crying in her room, and Khalid was patiently coaxing her.
She didn’t cry all afternoon, but make a fuss in her room.
It wasn't until she saw Khalid that her tears really flowed.
Khalid sighed and gently patted her shoulder, “Katherine is not a member of our family any more, you
can't treat her as before. Marshall needs Katherine now, you need to be more polite to her.”
Mrs. Grant sobbed, “Yes, I said something wrong, but she kicked me.”
Marshall walked over. The door was open, he symbolically knocked.
Mrs. Grant had more tears in her eyes after saw Marshall.
Khalid looked at Marshall, “What does Katherine say?”
Marshall’s voice was very flat, “She said she would not care about this matter, but after that, she should
not come to live in the house, then I may not be here either.”
With all this going on, the two people certainly can't be under one roof.
Not to mention Katherine, Frances was not someone who knew how to conceal emotions.
She probably went up for Katherine’s trouble again.
When the time came, it may be she herself who suffered.
Khalid nodded his head, “Fine, you’re all grown-ups, you can live on your own.”
Mrs. Grant pursed her lips and wiped her tears, looking really aggrieved.
Khalid turned his head to look at her, and his voice was gentle again, “Let me see where she kicked
you, is it okay? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you need me to call the family doctor over?”
Marshall looked at Khalid.
All this concern he had for Mrs. Grant was true.
He had all this concern for Mrs. Grant all these years.
He had never been more patient with Mrs. Grant.
Sometimes when Mrs. Grant talk about things that happened when she was shopping, he can patiently
ask what's going on.
The two people who had no feelings for each other can also get along to develop feelings slowly?
Marshall did not quite understand.
Mrs. Grant naturally can not lift her clothes for Khalid to see while Marshall was still here.
So she grunted about how she was humiliated by Katherine today and she had never been so
disgraced.
Khalid smoothed her hair, “Well well well, when we don’t need Katherine in the future, I’ll kick her ass
for you.”
Khalid just said so to comfort Mrs. Grant, but she was clearly satisfied when she heard it.
She nodded, “That damn girl, I will definitely find the opportunity to let her come over to apologize to
me, to taste the taste of my humiliation today.”
Marshall leaned on the door frame and opened his mouth to ask after seeing Mrs. Grant’s mood get
better, “Katherine kicked you today? How dare she?”
Mrs. Grant widened her eyes, “Yes, she kicked me directly when I was not prepared, and later she
kicked the maid harder, like going crazy, like wanting to eat us alive.”
Marshall imagined but couldn’t think of that picture.
All he can think of was Katherine’s obsequious or witty look.
Marshall nodded, “Dad, you check on mom, see if she needs a doctor. I’ll leave you two to it.”
Khalid answered, “Okay, you've been busy all day, go have dinner.”
When Marshall went downstairs, Old Mrs. Grant was still sitting on the couch.
He went over and helped Old Mrs. Grant to the dining room.
Although the dining room was not large, it still looked desolate with just the two of them.
Old Mrs. Grant looked towards the seat next to Marshall and sighed, “Katherine is indeed noisy, and
sometimes inappropriate, but she’s excellent at adjusting the atmosphere.”
Marshall glanced at Katherine's seat with the corner of his eyes.
It's true that she had no rules when she was eating beside him during this time.
She made many unnecessary movements, many noises, and was no image of a lady, but she had a
good appetite, which made his appetite a little better.
Marshall frowned, “Is she? I just think she's too noisy.”
Marshall leaned on the door frame and opened his mouth to ask after seeing Mrs. Grant’s mood get
better, “Katherine kicked you today? How dare she?”
Mrs. Grant widened her eyes, “Yes, she kicked me directly when | was not prepared, and later she
kicked the maid harder, like going crazy, like wanting to eat us alive.”
Marshall imagined but couldn't think of that picture.
All he can think of was Katherine’s obsequious or witty look.
Marshall nodded, “Dad, you check on mom, see if she needs a doctor. I'll leave you two to it.”
Khalid answered, “Okay, you've been busy all day, go have dinner.”
When Marshall went downstairs, Old Mrs. Grant was still sitting on the couch.
He went over and helped Old Mrs. Grant to the dining room.
Although the dining room was not large, it still looked desolate with just the two of them.
Old Mrs. Grant looked towards the seat next to Marshall and sighed, “Katherine is indeed noisy, and
sometimes inappropriate, but she’s excellent at adjusting the atmosphere.”
Marshall glanced at Katherine's seat with the corner of his eyes.
It's true that she had no rules when she was eating beside him during this time.
She made many unnecessary movements, many noises, and was no image of a lady, but she had a
good appetite, which made his appetite a little better.
Marshall frowned, “Is she? | just think she's too noisy.”
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