Katherine was not even looking at Frances.
Before, she had been eagerly yearning to see Frances trapped herself in distress, which she thought
was merely a matter of time.
But now, she didn't feel joy nor any sorrow to see Frances falling into such dilemma.
She was still leading her life as usual, and what happened on Frances did not change her days even a
single bit.
After all, she had a store to look after now, and thus had no time to waste on dealing with Frances.
Sitting for a while, Frances chose to wait no more and left the store.
Margaret went to clean up the table, and then turned back to Katherine, "She hasn't taken a single drip
of the coffee."
Katherine smiled, "I knew it."
Frances was a woman sensitive about her dignity and reputation, and would never accept anything
from her so easily.
For Katherine, that would be better, since it meant that she would never come to her place anymore.
Leaving the store, Frances had no where else to go.
The Masons had rented an apartment for Frances. Although they didn't say so in a straightforward
manner, they were meant to let her move out in case she got the whole family in trouble.
Distressed by the online public opinion, she had spent these days all alone in the apartment,
She had phoned many people, but no one seemed to answer her call, as if those who used to admire
her had disappeared after the thing happened.
Standing by the road for a while, she hailed a taxi, and headed to the address of the Hendersons'
Company.
She was pondering over what to do next along her way there.
The Grants had officially announced the divorce between her and Khalid to the public, and, in
passing, explained that Khalid had nothing to do with the lady in the hospital.
Although Frances scoffed at the explanation, sadly, there was nothing she could do.
The taxi drove along to the front door of the Hendersons' Company. Getting out of the
car, Frances didn't head into the company directly. Instead, she entered a restaurant opposite the
company.
She took her seat by the window, where she could clearly see what was going on around the company.
Then, she gave Clara a call.
Immediately, Clara answered the phone with a clear voice, "Hello, aunt Frances. Is everything OK?"
Frances laughed, "Hi, Clara. Are you occupied at the moment? How about we meet?"
Clara, hesitating in speaking, answered, "Hmm… You mean now? I'm sorry, but I'm a little busy at the
moment. What's going on, aunt Frances?"
"No, nothing special, actually. I just want to find myself a company." Said Frances, in a delighted tone,
"Besides, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and somehow I'm missing you."
Clara heaved a sigh, and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, aunt Frances. But I'm just being too busy these
days. Something goes wrong with our supply chain, and I've been working overtime for the past few
days. To be honest, I'm almost driven crazy by all these things! I'm sorry, aunt, but I shall squeeze
some time for you after I get all these things done."
Her words were irreproachable from top to toe.
Taking a sigh, Frances felt there was no room for her to give any response, and thus she agreed, "I
understand, Clara. You can just work on your own business, and we shall take a rain check."
She then hung off the phone, sitting there and waiting inside the restaurant.
She waited until mid-day, and those employees began constantly stepping out of the company.
With her eyes wandering sedulously from one to the other, she failed to find out Clara among them.
A while later, it seemed that those employees were all gone, and still there were no signs of Clara.
'Maybe she was still in the company working on her business.' Frances told herself.
On the other side, a hung a wooden sign of 'noon break' on the door of Katherine's dessert house, and
the two ladies were going to take some rest. At this moment, someone opened the door and stepped
inside.
Margaret said in haste, "Sorry, but we are…"
With a pause, she had her eyes fixed on the man and continued, "What brings you here, Mr. Grant?"
Marshall offered a thin smile, "And now, even you are going to greet me in that way."
Margaret laughed, "No, don't get me wrong. I just literally mean that."
Sitting opposite to Katherine, Marshall said, "I'm really starving with no idea what to eat at lunchtime.
Maybe you can help figure it out for me."
Katherine turned to him slowly, "Your mom has been here this morning. She wanted to contact you,
and wished to see you."
Marshall hummed, "Well, doesn't she? It's pretty much as I had expected."
Katherine laughed, "I'm not doing well with your mom, and both I and she have consensus on that. Isn't
it a strange thing for her to ever ask for my help?'
With a meaningful smiling face, Marshall remained silent.
A cornered beast would do something desperate, so do Frances in such a dilemma. She knew that
if Katherine called Marshall over, Marshall would never hesitate to do so.
Margaret came, got Marshall a cup of coffee and several kinds of desserts.
Marshall had come up here from his company. He gave a few nominal bites at the desserts, since he
was not having a good appetite for the moment.
He then asked, "I heard that you have been invited to the Walters' feast tonight."
Katherine hummed, "Indeed. After all, it would be rude if I rejected the personal invitation of Old Mrs.
Walters."
Marshall nodded, "You're right. The Walters is really a big family, and its members never stop intriguing
against each other. Just be careful when you chat with them, and respond with a simple smile if you
don't know what to say."
Katherine sneered, "You don't have to tell me what to do."
For all these years walking among the members of the Grants, she had already learned how to adapt
to her disposition.
It seemed that Marshall was here merely for lunch, and he soon left after finishing it.
Looking at Marshall getting in the car, Margaret said, "Seriously? A couple of coffee and a small piece
of cake? Is that why he came here?"
Katherine sneered, "He's insane, you know."
In the afternoon, Katherine let Margaret get off work earlier than before, and closed the store after
giving it a simple clean-up.
Going back to her own house, she took a shower, and got herself dressed. Not after a while, she saw
that the Walters' car had arrived.
Katherine went outside, got in the car and found that there was a young lady sitting inside.
With a pause, she nodded to the lady, "Greetings."
The lady turned to Katherine, and smiled, "It's my pleasure to meet you, Miss. Jordan. My grandma told
me to come and pick you up."
Anxiously, Katherine responded with an awkward yes.
The engine started, as Katherine belted herself up inside.
The lady was quite talkative, and chatted with Katherine from her dessert house to her personal life
along the way.
The lady smiled, "Though my grandma doesn't know it, everyone around actually knows that you have
divorced Marshall. You know that?"
Katherine laughed, "Yeah, I know. Therefore, I was a little bit embarrassed when Old Mrs.
Walters asked me about that."
The lady nodded, "It's not a proper topic anyway. So we all choose to remain silent about that in front of
grandma."
In fact, the reason why they chose to keep silent about it was also that Old Mrs. Walters was not
seemingly intended to take Katherine in as one of the family's members.
After all, they were all brought up in a distinguished big family, and knew how to regulate their tongue.
Chatting along their way, they soon reached the Walters' house, which was quite a big villa located at
the center of the city.
Normally, the price of land was incredibly high in the central area of the city, and such a big and
magnificent villa would by no doubt cost one a great deal of money.
The car was parked in the yard. As Katherine got out of the car, she saw that Old Mrs. Walters was
supported by someone and standing not far away.
In haste, she came up, with her hands taken by those of the old lady.
"Finally! I've been awaiting you for quite a while, Katherine! Come on, let's get inside."
Katherine, with a stiff awkward smile hanging on her face, greeted the people around, followed
behind Old Mrs. Walters and got inside the house.
As everyone sat tight in the living room, the old lady began to introduce Katherine to the people around.
In fact, it was not the first time that they met Katherine — they had seen her at the birthday party of Old
Mrs. Walters.
Unfortunately, Katherine left in advance by that time, and thus they didn't have the chance to get
acquainted with her.
Although she was not good at dealing with such situations, Katherine still squeezed a smile on her face
and greeted everyone around.
After that, the old lady heaved a sigh, "I heard that she ain't got any family around her. What a poor
child!"
As Katherine was pursing her mouth and remaining in silent, Old Mrs. Walters suddenly took one of her
hands and clinched it in those of her, "To be honest, I like this little girl, and after considering it for quite
long time, I want her to be one of my granddaughters-in-law."
Then, the old lady turned to Katherine, who was still under the shock of her words, "How do you think
about that, my dear?"
In fact, it was not the first time that they met Katherine — they had seen her at the birthday party of Old
Mrs. Walters.
Unfortunately, Katherine left in advance by that time, and thus they didn't have the chance to get
acquainted with her.
Although she was not good at dealing with such situations, Katherine still squeezed a smile on her face
and greeted everyone around.
After that, the old lady heaved a sigh, "| heard that she ain't got any family around her. What a poor
child!"
As Katherine was pursing her mouth and remaining in silent, Old Mrs. Walters suddenly took one of her
hands and clinched it in those of her, "To be honest, | like this little girl, and after considering it for quite
long time, | want her to be one of my granddaughters-in-law."
Then, the old lady turned to Katherine, who was still under the shock of her words, "How do you think
about that, my dear?"
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