As soon as Marshall and Khalid walked into the house, they looked carefully around the living room.
Old Mrs. Grant said, "Don’t bother looking. They’re sleeping in the room."
Marshall went upstairs. "I’ll go check on them."
Just as Khalid was about to follow him up the stairs, Old Mrs. Grant stopped him. "Come here. Let’s
have a chat."
Khalid paused, thought for a moment and came over to her. He sat down across from Old Mrs. Grant
and asked, "What’s wrong, mom?"
Old Mrs. Grant took a sip of tea and said, "Cora came today. Did you know that?"
Apparently shocked, Khalid knit his brows. "She came? I didn’t know that. What did she come here
for?"
Old Mrs. Grant pouted her lips in one direction. "Those are her gifts. She said she came to see me."
After that, she gave a cold smile. "I’m just an old woman, and there’s nothing to see me about."
Khalid followed her gaze and saw some health care products, his frown deepening. "I didn’t know she
would come. Did she… Did they…"
Old Mrs. Grant explained, "I went to take a nap later, so I don’t know what they had talked about. In
case you’re wondering, you can ask Frances, or Cora."
Khalid heaved a sigh and muttered to himself, "What did she come here for?"
Old Mrs. Grant replied in a soft voice, "You should ask yourself that question. Did you promise her
anything?"
Promise? Khalid begged to differ. He made it explicit to Cora.
Old Mrs. Grant paused for a moment and said, "It’s not that you’re still a young man, and I know you
won’t listen to me, but, you can’t be so indecisive about your relationship! It’s not difficult to figure out
who you love or who you want to be with, but why are you dilly-dallying?"
Khalid dropped his eyes. "But I don’t know what to do for the moment."
In some way, Khalid was a sentimental man. After all, he had gone through all these years with
Frances, and he wouldn’t have put up with her for so long if he was a stone-hearted man. Later, when
most of his love for her had withered up, he chose to break up with her because he thought it was good
for everybody, but just from then on, she had become a better woman. Somehow, when Khalid saw
Frances again after their break-up, he always had mixed emotions and his heart pounded hard.
However, as a middle-aged man, he couldn’t just put his feelings into words. Anyway, he felt like a new
person when seeing Frances now.
But Khalid didn’t intend to get back with Frances soon either because he was still under the shadow of
the past. No matter how much one had changed, he didn’t believe they would change radically.
Just as Khalid and Old Mrs. Grant were talking, Katherine and Frances came down together, followed
by Marshall, who looked amused.
Frances muttered as she walked down the stairs, "Actually I woke up, but I saw her sleeping so well,
and I fell asleep again. I don’t need a lot of sleep. Such thing has never happened to me before."
Katherine was annoyed to hear that, turning to Frances. "How can you blame me for taking a nap? I’ve
never heard of anything so ridiculous." She went on grumbling, "What’s wrong with taking an afternoon
nap? It’s a normal thing to do. Why does it sound like something shameful coming from your mouth?"
Frances shot a glance at Katherine out of the corner of her eye. "It’s a normal thing for you to do, but
not for me."
These two bickered like sisters instead of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Frances froze at the sight of Khalid. "You’re back."
Khalid gave a smile. "It’s alright. Just take a nap when you’re tired. No one will blame you for it."
Frances pressed her lips together, saying nothing. There had used to be many rules in the Grant family,
but most of them were set by her. She had dressed Katherine down for taking a long nap in the
afternoon before. Now that she took a long nap in the afternoon herself, she felt guilty and her cheeks
were burning, even if nobody blamed her for it, not even Katherine.
Since it was not dinner time yet, the group of people just sat on the couch, waiting.
Squinting her eyes and lolling back in the couch, Katherine listened to Marshall talking about business.
She was absent-minded and in a trance. Then she listened carefully and heard Marshall saying that the
boss of the perpetrator who hurt Frances was found, but he shouldn’t be the big boss, but a henchman.
The big boss would be tracked down sooner or later as long as they followed up the lead and
conducted a further investigation.
Suddenly, Katherine straightened herself up. "Mario?"
Marshall replied, "Yes, it’s him. He’s a cunning one. The previous one my men found is fake. Mario
knew he was doing a dirty job and didn’t want to be tracked down, so he hired a double to be his
shield."
Marshall smiled and went on, "But he’s smart too. When my men found him, he acted like he wasn’t the
one we wanted. He’s a pretty good actor."
Katherine got interested. "Did you lock him up? I want to see him."
Marshall paused, thinking of what Katherine had done to the man with arm tattoos last time, and said
helplessly, "He’s not so strong as that biker. I’m afraid he’ll die on the spot if you take care of him
yourself. Maybe next time."
Katherine got agitated immediately. "What are you talking about? He hired a man to hurt me, and he
also got your mother involved. Of course I need to see what kind of man he is! It’s a rational demand."
Marshall was no stranger to Katherine’s sophistry. He stroked her head and said, "Just leave it to me,
will you? Otherwise, I’d feel I’m a good-for-nothing who can’t do anything without your help."
Katherine stared at Marshall for a while and sighed, "You’re a pretty good actor now."
Old Mrs. Grant burst out laughing. "Well, you guys can talk it over yourselves. Come on. Let’s have
dinner."
Khalid helped Old Mrs. Grant into the dining room while the rest people followed them.
They had a peaceful dinner. Just as they finished eating, Carson, Lydia and Lucas came.
It had been some time since Katherine had last seen Lucas. She smiled at him. "I haven’t seen you for
a long time. You haven’t changed at all."
Lucas looked at Katherine’s underbelly and said, "But you’ve changed a lot."
Hearing that, Katherine stroked her underbelly and beamed a smile.
Lydia cast a look at Katherine, relieved. Now that she was pregnant with Marshall’s baby, Lucas and
she could never be together again. Lydia had been worried before that Katherine would get back with
Lucas after she divorced Marshall, but now, she had a strong sense of relief.
Katherine had intended to have a rest in her room, but since Carson and Lydia came, most likely for
her, she couldn’t just walk away, so she sat down on the couch.
Marshall sat down next to her.
Lucas sat down across from Katherine and stared at her. "How have you been feeling lately? I heard
that the first three months is intolerable."
Before Katherine could say anything, Marshall chimed in, "She’s been good. I take care of her all the
time and that makes things easier for her."
Katherine turned to look at Marshall.
Lucas was not talking to him, and how dared him strike in!
Katherine had intended to have a rest in her room, but since Carson and Lydia came, most likely for
her, she couldn't just walk away, so she sat down on the couch.
Marshall sat down next to her.
Lucas sat down across from Katherine and stared at her. "How have you been feeling lately? | heard
that the first three months is intolerable."
Before Katherine could say anything, Marshall chimed in, "She’s been good. | take care of her all the
time and that makes things easier for her."
Katherine turned to look at Marshall.
Lucas was not talking to him, and how dared him strike in!
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