Sitting in the dining room, Khalid had a weird feeling. He wanted to call Frances and Cora in, but was
stopped by Marshall.
Katherine gave a knowing smile, aware that it was out of courtesy that Marshall invited Cora to have
dinner with them just now. Assumably, he had no intention of asking her to join them for real. If they
had dinner together, things must get awkward since Cora and Frances weren’t on good terms, so
Marshall just gave up that idea.
Katherine finished eating very soon before she went back to her room upstairs. Before long, she raced
to the staircase and called out, "Mom, have you seen my checked shirt? I remember you put it away for
me last time."
Frances paused, looked up at Katherine and asked, "Isn’t it in your closet?"
"But I don’t see it," Katherine mumbled before adding, "Well, let me look again."
After a while, Katherine asked again, "Mom, do you know where my ultrasound report is? I don’t see it
anywhere."
Marshall happened to be coming out of the dining room at this moment and answered her, "It’s in the
cabinet. Look there."
"OK," Katherine replied. Before she turned around, she saw Khalid coming out of the dining room too,
so she said to him, "Dad, are you done eating?"
Khalid paused and replied, "Yeah, I am."
Katherine smiled, "Then maybe you want to sit for a while with Mom and have a chat with Cora."
After that, she said as she turned around and headed to her room, "Well, my memory has declined
recently and I’ve been forgetful these days. It’s really annoying."
Standing at the bottom of the staircase and looking up, Marshall smirked and thought to himself.
Katherine was doing a good job.
In fact, both Khalid and Frances felt a little embarrassed right now, especially Frances, whose cheeks
were burning, because Katherine kept calling them familiarly "dad" and "mom" instead of their names.
Khalid went into the living room, thought for a moment and sat down across from the two women. He
looked at Cora and asked, "How are your legs? Have you had any difficulty moving around lately?"
Cora gave an elegant smile and replied, "I’m good. Look, I’m not on crutches anymore, and I’m able to
walk properly now. It’s just that I can’t walk or stand for too long."
Khalid nodded. "That’s great."
Then he threw a look at Frances and said with embarrassment, "You haven’t eaten yet. Why not have
dinner here?"
At this moment, Frances rose to her feet. "Well, I’ll let you two chat."
Marshall walked into the living room and sat down next to Khalid. "The other day, dad was wondering
how your legs were and wanted to pay you a visit, but he was too busy these days." Truly, Khalid was
busy, but he would still make time to have dinner with his family.
There was more to it than what Marshall said.
Cora gave a nod. "I’m fine. I’ve been taken good care of by the maid." She paused and went on, "I’ve
always wanted to have a word with Frances, but it took my legs some time to heal. Finally, I have time
today and here I am, but I didn’t expect you to be here," said Cora as she stared at Khalid.
Khalid nodded, not embarrassed at all. "I happened to come at dinner time so I joined them for dinner
here."
Meanwhile, Frances just started eating in the dining room. Her phone vibrated at this point, and it
turned out that Katherine sent a text message to her, asking, "How are you feeling right now?"
Embarrassed. That was what Frances felt now. She might be overthinking, but Frances sensed that
there was something weird with the way Cora looked at her just now. It felt as if Cora was staring at the
unreasonable woman who she had used to be in a meaningful way.
Frances didn’t reply, and then she received another message from Katherine, saying, "Aunt Willis must
have feelings for your ex-husband."
Frances was shocked to see that. Even Katherine could see it, which meant, she wasn’t being
oversensitive about Cora.
Frances replied, "Yeah." And then she got nothing from Katherine again.
When she finished eating and came out of the dining room, Cora was still in the living room. Frances
thought for a while and said, "You all just talk. I’ll go upstairs to check on Katherine. I wonder if she has
found the things she was looking for."
Khalid threw a glance at her, saying nothing.
Frances’ face darkened as she walked upstairs slowly. When she went into Katherine’s bedroom,
Katherine was playing with her phone lying in bed. She jumped up at the sight of Frances. "Why are
you here? Why don’t you join their conversation?"
Frances replied, "Slow down. You’re pregnant. You should be careful."
Katherine lay down again. "OK. Ms Willis must be having a great conversation with your ex-husband
without you now."
Frances came over and sat down on the bed. "Whatever. Even if they roll sheet in bed together, it has
nothing to do with me."
Katherine clicked her tongue. "And you said I always shot my mouth off. Listen to yourself now." Then
she heaved a sigh and continued, "You’d be devastated if they spent the night together for real."
Frances snorted, "Nonsense." But she knew best whether Katherine was talking nonsense or not.
Katherine didn’t want to dwell on this subject anymore and said, "What did that Ms. Willis come for? I
don’t believe she came to visit you at all."
Frances looked up and explained slowly, "She said there’s some misunderstanding between us, and
that she should come to explain the situation to me. Actually, I don’t know if I’m right about this, but I
feel that she didn’t come for me. She came because she knew Khalid would be here, and I’m just an
excuse for her. We talked about all there was to be talked about last time and then I apologized to her,
and there’s no need for her to come over today."
Katherine chimed in with her, "Yeah, I could tell you’re not her target today." She put down her phone
and added, "But I wonder if your ex-husband is aware of it."
Frances snorted, "Marshall is quite insensitive to women, and he has inherited it from his father. So do
you think Khalid can tell it? I think not."
Men and women were sensitive to different things. It was not that men were sensitive to nothing, but at
least not to feelings. A woman could tell it when a man had feelings for her, but a man, probably not.
Therefore, Frances could totally understand that Khalid was unable to figure out Cora’s real purpose in
coming.
Katherine looked at Frances and asked, "Tell me the truth. Do you want to marry your ex-husband
again?"
Staring at Katherine, Frances asked in the same tone of voice that Katherine used, "What about you?
Do you want to marry your ex-husband again?"
Katherine blinked as she replied, "No. And I’m brutally honest about it. At least not now."
Frances paused for a few seconds and said, "To be honest with you, I… I want to start over with Khalid,
but I’m afraid that will be a bit difficult, so I want to quit now."
Katherine was surprised to hear that. "Why will it be a bit difficult? You’ve changed a lot, and I think
you’ll make it once you work harder."
Frances shook her head. "I can’t keep asking like a cheeky woman that I used to be. I once could, but I
can’t now."
Katherine knit her brows. "You don’t have to keep asking. Maybe you just give him a hint, and he’ll
agree."
Frances chuckled. "Look at Marshall. Hasn’t he been asking? But you haven’t agreed yet. I’m afraid
that… that I have to act like Marshall."
Therefore, Frances could totally understand that Khalid was unable to figure out Cora’s real purpose in
coming.
Katherine looked at Frances and asked, "Tell me the truth. Do you want to marry your ex-husband
again?"
Staring at Katherine, Frances asked in the same tone of voice that Katherine used, "What about you?
Do you want to marry your ex-husband again?"
Katherine blinked as she replied, "No. And I’m brutally honest about it. At least not now."
Frances paused for a few seconds and said, "To be honest with you, I... | want to start over with Khalid,
but I’m afraid that will be a bit difficult, so | want to quit now."
Katherine was surprised to hear that. "Why will it be a bit difficult? You've changed a lot, and | think
you'll make it once you work harder."
Frances shook her head. "| can’t keep asking like a cheeky woman that | used to be. | once could, but |
can’t now."
Katherine knit her brows. "You don't have to keep asking. Maybe you just give him a hint, and he'll
agree."
Frances chuckled. "Look at Marshall. Hasn't he been asking? But you haven't agreed yet. I’m afraid
that... that | have to act like Marshall."
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