Katherine made a call to Ralph in the afternoon.
Actually, she didn’t talk much for solace. She only suggested that he should come for a talk when he
was free.
Ralph’s voice sounded listless as he answered the call. He claimed to be comforted a bit for Katherine
finally took some time to talk to him.
And he said he would come for dinner tonight since he had time today.
Katherine smiled, “Alright, what’s your favorite dish in your mind? I can get prepared beforehand.”
Ralph replied with a smile. But it still sounded dispirited, “I am okay with whatever you offer. I don’t
have picky appetite.”
Katherine could tell from his voice that he was still in a down mood.
She decided to leave the talk of comfort till the dinner time. So she hung up after saying that she would
be expecting him at home.
Katherine wandered inside the house as she had to keep herself housebound.
Then she walked to the yard while touching her own belly.
Every time she woke up in the morning, she had always been bothered by the same problem—what
should she do to kill time today? She had been wondering how long it would take till the end of such
boredom arrived while touching her own belly.
She felt both bored and tired for this monotony.
After standing for a while, she returned to the parlor.
Frances happened to stand at the door, smiling at her, “What’s the matter? Do you feel…”
Before she could utter the word of ‘bored’, she saw a man with a helmet on his head slowly
approaching on a motorcycle from the gate.
Hardly could she see his face clearly because of the helmet. And that man was carrying something in
his hand.
As that man approached closer, he turned to look at Katherine, who was still in the yard.
Frances suddenly had a bad feeling. She hurried to rush over towards Katherine.
Katherine didn’t even notice with her back to the gate.
Even Frances herself couldn’t figure out how she rushed over instantly and turned around to shield
Katherine with her own body.
As she stopped at the back of Katherine, she saw from the corner of her eyes that that man smashed
something towards Katherine.
She didn’t even have time to predict the consequence. She literally intercepted the attack with her own
body.
Then she felt the back of her waist being hit by something sharp.
Though it didn’t hurt much, it would still bring up a horrible consequence if it smashed onto Katherine.
Especially when she got a pregnant belly.
Katherine was startled by Frances’s sudden move. Before she could turn around to check, she heard
the motorcycle’s engine bellowing and then that man fled away.
Katherine hurried to turn around, “What happened?”
Frances held against her own waist with one hand and rested the other on Katherine’s shoulder, “Get
me in. I was smashed on the back of my waist.”
Katherine looked down and saw a brick in half on the ground, which must be intentionally sharpened as
there were pointy edges around.
Katherine supported her into the parlor and lifted her top.
There was a red and swollen spot on the back of her waist, where there appeared some blood streaks.
As her top was made of thin cloth, the brick hurt her a bit.
Katherine frowned, “What was happening? Someone breaking in at the gate?”
Frances let out a breath of pain. Darcie hurried to bring some liquid medicine to disinfect her wound.
“Yes, there was a man on the motorcycle to attack you.” Said Frances.
Katherine was stunned, “But Marshall has hired some guards around the house. How could that
happen?”
Katherine just smiled, “They are just guards. Not prophets. They can’t tell beforehand. I am okay.
Thank god, nothing worse happens.”
She took a look at Katherine’s belly, “Luckily, it didn’t hit your belly…”
As she spoke, both Katherine and Darcie remained silent.
After thinking for seconds, Katherine took out her phone to call Marshall. But before she could dial his
number, she got a call from him.
As Katherine swiped to answer, his voice sounded, “Are you alright? I heard that someone was trying
to attack you.”
Katherine was a bit surprised as Marshall got to know it so soon.
She replied, “I am fine. But your mom got hurt.”
Marshall told her to wait and he would be back soon.
Then Katherine could hear him walking out of the office.
So she hung up the phone.
Though it didn’t hurt much at the beginning, Frances could feel the pain seemed to grow a bit stronger.
Perhaps it was because she was too old to withstand such a hit.
Darcie supported her upstairs to take a rest while Frances was waiting for Marshall in the parlor.
Marshall soon returned. He pushed the door open to rush in as soon as he parked the car.
Katherine stood in the parlor and hurried to say, “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”
Marshall finally felt relieved as he saw Katherine standing here safe and sound.
He said, “The guard has noticed me about it. And he is now chasing after that man.”
The guard acted swiftly enough to run after that man as soon as he smashed the brick inside.
Katherine nodded, “Mrs. Grant is upstairs. She got hit at the back of her waist.”
Katherine pointed at the table, “Here is what that man used to hit her.”
Marshall walked over to pick it up. He could tell the brick must be well-prepared.
He sneered and touched Katherine’s head gently. Then he turned around to go upstairs.
Katherine followed over. The door of Frances’s room was open. She lay on the bed with the hemline of
her top slightly lifted. The back of her waist was exposed in the air and so was the bruise, around which
streaks of blood congestion could be clearly seen.
Marshall stared at the bruise for a while. Then he said, “The guard has been chasing over that guy.
Don’t worry. He can’t get away.”
Frances nodded, “Thank god, Katherine is fine. How dared they attack her!”
Marshall walked over to sit on the bedside while Darcie was doing ice compress on the bruise.
He said, “I was too careless. I should have expected it in advance.”
Actually no one could predict such a sudden attack though Marshall claimed for it.
Frances smiled, “It’s okay. Nothing worse happened. That’s the luckiest point.”
Marshall nodded, unspoken.
Katherine stared at Marshall, who found it difficult to comfort Frances as he had never experienced so
before.
Though he acted like a naughty kid when facing Katherine, he still tried to stay solemn when in front of
others.
Katherine told Frances to rest at ease. Then she asked Marshall, “Did your dad know why you returned
home this time?”
Marshall paused and looked at her, “I saw him in the elevator. So I told him about it. But I am not sure if
he will return later.”
Frances looked a bit guilty, “I don’t want to bother both of you. I am fine and I know how I feel now.”
Katherine walked over to the bedside, “We never feel like being bothered. As your son, it’s his
responsibility to return to check.”
As Marshall stayed for a while, his phone rang.
He took a look and walked out to pick it up.
Katherine could tell that it might be a call from his guard. She sat down on where Marshall took his seat
just now to check Frances’s bruise.
Actually, she didn’t hurt much. It was just one of those bruises she commonly got when she was a little
girl.
As a girl brought up in the countryside, she often got the same kind of bruises because of tough life.
But for the rich like Frances, they rarely got hurt. So even a mere bruise seemed to be horrible for
them.
Still lying with her head down, Frances said with low voice, “Katherine, be careful. The culprit is so
crazy! They have to be seriously punished as soon as they get caught.”
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