Marshall tossed himself on the bed for a few times and fell asleep. It seemed that he didn't notice what
Katherine said.
Never mind. She went to the bathroom to wet the towel and wiped Marshall's face and hands, and then
took off his coat. Marshall was drunk yet obedient. Katherine tucked him in and went to his room
instead. Although she was still not used to Marshall’s bed, she was exhausted, and fell asleep shortly.
Just before dawn, she was awakened by the sound of Marshall opening the door. Katherine knew what
he wanted without even asking, she turned her back to him and murmured, "So annoying."
Marshall smiled and hugged her from behind, "I can't sleep without you by my side."
Katherine was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she went back to sleep. She slept like a child and
when she woke up, Marshall had already left. She washed herself and then came out of the room, and
then she heard Frances’s voice from downstairs, "Yes, put it here, otherwise she may slip, and also
there, right, and the one on the left..."
Katherine looked down from the staircase and saw Frances. There were other people with her, who
seemed to be laying carpets in the living room. The kitchen was also covered with non-slip mats.
Frances stood with her arms akimbo, just like when she used to manage the household in the Grant.
Katherine just leaned on the armrest and watched, but didn't go downstairs.
The worker came in carrying a large piece of carpet, and carefully put it on the ground and removed the
yoga mats. The hanging chair placed in the living room was also moved away, emptying a lot of room.
Katherine knew that Frances was afraid that she would trip over herself with the furniture in the way.
Frances was really thoughtful. It's just that Katherine felt awkward seeing Frances meddling with her
matters.
Frances ordered the workers to move the furniture around and when she looked up, she saw
Katherine. She waved to her with enthusiasm, "Come downstairs."
Katherine went downstairs. There was a servant in the kitchen apart from the workers. Katherine was
surprised, and Frances said, "Darcie, come here, this is Kathy."
The servant was about in her fifties and looked honest. She hurried over, "Hello, Miss Jordan."
Katherine blinked and said nothing. Frances flaunted, “She was from the Mason and was a fabulous
cook. When I was pregnant, I can't have anything except the food she cooks, so I ask her to take care
of you. You should nourish your stomach and have meals which were to your liking."
Katherine looked at Frances, "What is the difference between you arranging all these and telling
Marshall directly that I am pregnant?"
Frances pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Katherine, I think pregnancy is not something that can
be concealed. It has nothing to do with me telling him or not. You don't even have to wait for the baby
to grow bigger. He will definitely suspect you for your such strong pregnancy reaction. It is not a long-
term solution to always use stomach problems as an excuse."
Katherine also knew that Marshall seemed to become suspicious now. Frances helped Katherine to sit
on the sofa, and asked Darcie to get on with her work. Rarely, she did not overdo, but took Katherine's
hand earnestly and said sincerely, "You will now feel that it is easy for you to leave and give birth to the
baby all by yourself, but think about it, your pregnancy reaction is so severe, who will take care of you
when you are uncomfortable? By then, you will have no one to talk to, and you will definitely regret it."
Frances sighed, "Furthermore, now it’s obvious that someone is secretly trying to hurt you, can you
guarantee that you will leave with a happy ending? It’s scary to confront with them all by yourself."
Katherine pursed her lips, she actually thought of the same thing yesterday. The problem now was that
she did not know who was going to hurt her, and she did not know whether they will follow her when
she left the Grant. She couldn't take the risk. Katherine cast her eyes away and said nothing.
Frances knew Katherine’s resolve began to waver. So she lowered her voice, "Kathy, I think Marshall
deserves to know about your pregnancy. It's unfair to hide it from him."
Before Katherine could reply, she said, "I know that Marshall used to treat you badly and doesn’t care
how you feel. If you don’t want to tell him for this reason, I can understand. You can make a scene or
even punish him, but put yourself in his shoes, if you were him, how do you feel?"
Katherine interrupted, "Give me some time, I will think about it."
Frances smiled, "Okay, take your time. By the way, you don't need to go to the shop today. When I
came to your house, I passed by the shop and I already told Margaret Hopkins that you will rest at
home."
Katherine was a mess and had no intent to go to the shop. She nodded, "Okay, I see."
Frances wasn't very satisfied with the layout of the house, so she instructed the workers to change it to
what she wanted little by little. Katherine was not in the mood and sat down on a chair in the yard.
What Frances said made sense. It was true that Marshall had hurt her emotionally before, but he was
nice to her. She shouldn't deny his contribution because of her previous hurt feelings and should let
him know that he was going to be a father.
Katherine wiped her face, feeling indecisive. How could she talk about this with Marshall? Frances was
really energetic; she instructed the workers to spread anti-slip carpets both upstairs and downstairs. In
this case, even if she didn't tell Marshall, he would be able to guess it.
Marshall didn't come back until the dinner was ready. Darcie's cookery was really good, even though it
was the same ingredients, the smell of the dishes made Katherine’s mouth water.
As soon as Marshall entered, he was stunned. The house changed a lot, now it was covered with
carpets and a lot less furniture, and the living room looked very empty. Katherine was standing in the
kitchen watching Darcie. When she saw Marshall coming back, she was unrelaxed. She turned to him,
"So you are back."
Marshall nodded and was about to come in, but Katherine walked over and took his arm, "I have
something to tell you, let's go to the yard."
Marshall looked at her, "Can’t you say it here?"
Katherine licked her lips, "I'm afraid you might get mad. The car is in the yard. If you are upset, it is
convenient for you to drive away. If I say it here, you may have to go out again. What a hassle."
Marshall even felt that there was no excuse if he didn't drive away after the conversation.
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