Marshall was surprised, “Dad, mom, what are you doing here?”
Mrs. Grant studied her son, “Your dad told me you’re sick and were absent at work this afternoon. I’m
worried about you so I figured that maybe I should come see you.”
The ringing disturbed Katherine to.
But she returned to the kitchen when she saw who the visitors were.
Mrs. Grant peeked at Katherine’s direction.
She still had some hard feelings, and the house somehow scared her.
She was reminded of how Katherine humiliated her in front of a servant when she was waiting at the
door.
She was still grudging that.
Mrs. Grant took a look around the house.
The decoration on the first floor looked nothing like Marshall’s style.
She whispered to Marshall, “This is the house you gave her before divorce?”
Marshall nodded.
And Mrs. Grant snorted.
This divorce had really made Katherine a fortune.
It brought her from rags to riches.
A legit company could not make a more profitable business than her divorce.
Khalid looked at Marshall, “You said you were feeling uncomfortable this afternoon, was it because of
what’s going on on the Internet?”
Marshall smiled, “Nah, that’s not the reason. I’m not the vulnerable.”
Khalid nodded. “Good. That’s what I thought. It won’t be a problem so long as you did not do it.”
Marshall nodded his agreement. “WF has been stirring up these days, but it won’t last long.”
Khalid knew what Marshall meant, he said. “I heard it too. The investigation unit has engaged in. there
soon will be a result.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, Marshall changed the subject. “Did grandma say anything about your
coming over?”
The expression on Mrs. Grant’s face froze.
Old Mrs. Grant had warned her not to mess with Katherine when she learned their intent.
Especially not now that they were facing a fierce backlash. Otherwise, it would be piling on Marshall’s
misery.
Mrs. Grant agreed meekly despite the reluctance inside her.
Katherine had finished her cooking and was bringing the dishes onto the table in the dining room.
She did not want to serve the Grants.
But Khalid had never had a conflict with her.
He never put her in a sore spot before.
It would be rude for her if she just ignored them.
So with a few thoughts, she sauntered to the entrance of the dining room. “The dinner is ready.”
But she wasn't talking to anyone in specific.
Marshall looked at Katherine. He was surprised that Katherine would make such a concession.
She was probably trying to give him some dignity.
Marshall got to his feet and said to his parents. “Haven’t eaten, do you? Come join our dinner,
Katherine is quite a nice cook.”
Mrs. Grant’s face sagged down. “No, I’m not hungry.”
She would’ve say something meaner but for Old Mrs. Grant’s warning.
Khalid didn't want his wife to make too embarrassing a situation.
So he pulled at her. “Come on, have something, for Marshall’s sake.”
But Mrs. Grant was unyielding. “You go. I really don’t have any appetite now, and the rest of you too if I
go over there.”
Everyone knew Mrs. Grant was cranky and sometimes impulsive.
God knew what might happen if she sat at the same table with Katherine.
Katherine was no long the Katherine they used to know.
Sarcasm and provoking were her forte now.
Katherine had to say only a few words and Mrs. Grant would for sure break down.
Khalid was aware of that.
He looked at Marshall. “Go have your dinner, we know you’re OK now, and that’s enough. We’re
getting going.”
Katherine joined their conversation soon as Khalid finished.
She smiled at Khalid. “Mr. Grant, just stay for dinner, I have the meal prepared. It won’t take much
time.”
The way Katherine talked made Khalid feel much more comfortable.
But he waved his hand. “No, thanks. we better get going, still have some business to mind. Maybe we’ll
have the privilege next time.”
All smiles, Katherine looked lovely. “Great, then I’ll be waiting for your next visit. Next time you come, I’ll
make your favorite.”
Khalid gave a curt nod as agreement.
Then he and Mrs. Grant walked to the door. Urging Marshall to take care of his own health, they took
their leave.
The smile on Katherine’s face vanished soon as the couple walked out the door.
She whirled back to the dining room.
Marshall turned to look at Katherine, laughed lightly, and then trailed after her.
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