Frances didn't talk to Frances for long. Having been rejected, she added a few pleasantries and then
hung up.
Frances put down the phone and smiled slowly.
Her disappointment in Clara was based on the speculation that Clara was using her.
The phone call just now only made her more disappointed.
Clara wouldn't have made the phone call if she hadn't seen Frances be with Marshall and Katherine
today.
It was all because she found she could use Frances again.
That girl could be pretty calculating.
Frances put down the phone and then lay down. She stared at the ceiling with a smile. Later she fell
asleep.
Marshall didn't come back until quite a while later.
Katherine was in a sound sleep when somebody felt being held in somebody's arms. Then a strong
smell of alcohol hit her nose.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, so she pushed him.
Marshall was drunk. He called Katherine by her name and said, "I'm thrilled."
Katherine squinted his eyes and looked at Marshall. His face was red. She said, "I don't understand."
Marshall closed his eyes and asked, "About what?"
Katherine's voice became even lower. "About how I got pregnant."
She couldn't help thinking about the issue when she was idle in the past two days.
Her period was always regular. She thought she should be safe based on the calendar-based methods.
The methods weren't 100% accurate, but Katherine thought it was doubtful that she could be one of the
rare "lucky" ones.
She couldn't believe he hit the target within one shot.
She couldn't get over it. So she thought about it again and again, but she failed to figure anything out.
Marshall paused for a while and said, "What do you think? I tried, and we succeed."
Katherine turned over and took the Marshall's hand off her. She then said, "No, I was under meds, and
the only time I was out of meds was during the rhythm."
She might have thought about this question too much these days, and thus she couldn't help recalling
those intimate moments they had.
She might have mixed it with other times.
However, in the depth of her memory, she felt something else indeed had happened.
She just couldn't make it out.
Marshall sneered and turned over. He faced up and closed his eyes. "What are you struggling for? The
kid's mine. That's all I need."
Katherine thought for a while and turned again to turn his back to Marshall. Then she said, "I just can't
be sure when I conceived the baby."
Marshall felt a bit dizzy due to the alcohol. He was about to fall asleep.
He wanted to end this conversation, but he didn't know how. He said, "Maybe it was that time when you
were drunk. I stopped halfway and picked you up to come home. We did it several times that night.
There must be one time..."
Katherine was taken aback. She looked at Marshall and exclaimed, "That day was..."
She was going through baby brain recently, and it had taken him quite a while to figure out which time
Marshall was talking about.
Hector's attitude towards her became a bit odd after that day.
She also saw Hector's cell phone. It had been broken and tossed in the yard.
Katherine thought about it over and was finally sure about it. She found sheets in the washing machine
that day. It had been washed and yet to be hung up.
She remembered to have asked Marshall, but he told her it was because she had drunk too much the
night before and vomited on it.
She didn't think twice.
She trusted him so much.
That man was a jerk.
Katherine pulled a long face and sat on the bed slowly. She was screaming inside while remaining calm
on the outside. "When how did the room seem unchanged the next day? You've never mentioned it to
me."
Marshall had already fallen asleep. Katherine raised her hand and pushed him. "Why did you pretend
that nothing had happened. Tell me."
She tried to keep her voice down and make herself sound as calm as possible.
Marshall unconsciously grabbed her hand and nagged, "Stop it, K."
Stop it? She was almost losing control of herself.
She jumped off the bed, standing and staring at Marshall
She wanted to kill him.
She would definitely take the pills if he had told her what had happened the night before.
She would never let it happen and make herself suffer so much now. She didn't want to carry his child.
It was a pity that they didn't have a child when they were married. Now that their marriage was over, it
was not good timing to have a child anyway.
Katherine took a deep breath and looked around. Then she picked up the pillow.
She pressed the pillow on Marshall's face.
Marshall reacted quickly. The moment he was short of breath, he pulled the pillow aside and threw it
away.
Katherine was so much weaker than him. She could barely do any substantial harm to him.
He sat up, frowning, eyes slowly focused on Katherine. He asked in astonishment, "Katherine? What
are you doing?"
Katherine gritted his teeth and said, "You jerk."
Marshall didn't even remember what he just said. He was so happy today that he got hammered.
Everything he just said felt like a sleep talk he could barely recall.
Katherine looked gloomy. She stared at Marshall for a while. Then she turned over and stormed out.
Marshall sat on the bed for a long time and didn't realize what was happening.
Then he got off the bed and looked outside from the window. Katherine was standing in the yard, arms
crossed. She looked mad.
She thought about it and came back.
He still felt top-heavy, and the alcohol was still making him dizzy.
He was worried about Katherine's current condition.
Katherine heard that Marshall was walking to the living room.
She turned her head and looked at Marshall, "Don't you come over, you jerk. How dare you!"
Marshall closed his eyes and tried to recall what had happened. "What on earth is going on? Let's talk!"
But Katherine was in no mood to talk at all.
She affirmed that she had been set up by this shameless bastard.
Darcie came over upon hearing their quarrel. She asked, "What's wrong, Marshall? Are you quarreling
with her? You should get soft on her because she's having a baby! Don't you understand?"
Marshall nodded. "Yes! Yes! I will... of course I will."
He then looked at Katherine and asked, "What on earth is going on? How could I know it without you
pointing it out? Come over. Let's sit down and talk."
"Get the hell out," Katherine swore, "I don't want to see your face. Get upstairs and go to sleep. Get out
of my sight."
She said as she turned over, avoiding looking at Marshall.
Marshall and Darcie looked at each other. Darcie gave him an eye hint, telling him to go upstairs, and
she said, "I got this. I'll take care of her."
Marshall felt dizzy and exhausted, so he went upstairs.
Darcie came over and stood beside Katherine, then she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you fighting
with him? Tell me what's going on, and I'll teach him a lesson for you."
She felt it hard to talk about this with someone else. When it was about sex, she always felt too shy to
share.
Katherine thought for a while and shook her head, nothing. Nothing serious."
Darcie took her hand and said, "You're pregnant now. Try to stay in a good mood. The child is in your
belly, and it could feel your mood swing. It will be sad if you don't feel happy. That's no good for its
development."
Katherine stroked her belly and took several deep breaths, trying to get as relaxed as possible.
That was hard because she wanted to tear Marshall into pieces now.
She knew he was thick-skinned, but now he seemed to have developed and become shameless.
She was fed up.
Marshall went upstairs. Before going to bed, he walked over to the window to see Katherine.
Darcie was whispering something to her, and she wasn't saying anything,
Marshall licked his lips and tried to remember what he had said wrong.
He failed to recall anything he said that might piss Katherine so much.
After a while, Darcie took Katherine into the living room.
Marshall breathed a sigh of relief and laid down on the bed.
He felt so dizzy and fell asleep immediately.
A while later, Frances woke up in the next room. She went downstairs as she stretched herself.
Then she saw Katherine sitting on the sofa with a sullen face. Frances used to see her in that face
when she was about to challenge her.
She raised her eyebrows and went down step by step, "What's wrong? Are you going to have a fist-
fighting with me?"
Katherine snorted. "Your son... he's your excellent piece of work!"
Frances was surprised. It seemed that Katherine wasn't taking it out on her but on Marshall.
She stepped over quickly and asked, "What's wrong? Did you Marshall pissed you off?"
Katherine raised his eyes to look at Frances. She was hesitating.
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