Frances' eyes were fixed on the back of Clara. As she saw her walk out of the café, get in her car and
drive away, Frances was finally free to soften her wooden smiling face.
She turned around, and slowly raised her hands to bury her face.
She was in lack of enough courage to even take a glimpse at the video clips circulating online, in which
she looked so sinister and terrifying that one could hardly tell that she was still that dignified and
elegant lady.
Disconsolately, she made up her mind to leave after heaving sighs for nearly a half-day-long.
On her way back to Masons, she told the driver to make a detour and go past the dessert house
of Katherine.
Previously at the Grant's, she was reprimanded by Marshall's grandma that she was, by any measure,
an unfit mother in-law of Katherine, since for the whole year, she never stopped picking Katherine's
flaws.
However, Frances retorted that although she was indeed unfit for being Katherine's mother in-
law, Katherine was far less qualified to be her daughter-in-law either, since there would be no other
women like her who would ever clobber her own husband's mother.
The car stopped by the entrance of the dessert house as Frances ordered.
Looking through the French windows, she could see that Katherine, with a bright and warm smile on
her face, was currently occupied with greeting her guest.
The guest was seemingly talking with her about something, and a light red of bashfulness could be
clearly seen from Katherine's face
This scene was an eyesore for Frances, who disdained to see the unreserved smile and plain
temperament of Katherine.
'Clara is much better' Frances thought to herself.
With a surge of rage simmering inside, she sneered to the driver, "Let's move. I've had enough with
that nasty country girl."
In silence, the driver took her away from the place.
Katherine was too busy serving her guests to notice that Frances was once out there. Later, the guests
were all gone, and she hastened to sit down with comfort and took out her smartphone.
One of her most enjoyable recent pastimes was to relieve herself with the video clips of Frances
circulated online, in which Frances lost her long cherished dignity and demureness, making herself no
different from those impolite vixens.
The video would be most likely to last long on the Internet, which meant Katherine could retrieve and
enjoy it whenever she was out of her plate.
Meanwhile, the other heroine lying in the ward, reasonably enough, was also seen in the video.
In the video, the lady was lying on the sickbed in pain with a distorted face, looked after by a nurse
accompanying aside.
She was seemingly a little younger than Frances, and somehow, in contrast to the unnaturally rouged
face of Frances, looked simple and elegant.
With a click of her tongue, Katherine thought if she were Khalid, she would have chosen this lady as
the true other half of her life in lieu of Frances.
She had no idea about the condition of Frances at present. Originally, she intended to make the best
use of the information of Frances' divorce as a weapon against her, but she didn't expect that the
woman would ever court her own doom.
Indeed, it was such a ridiculous comedy show.
Again and again, she repeatedly replayed the video clips. Margaret leaned in, took a glance at the
video and said, "You've been repeatedly watching this for quite a while."
Pointing at Frances on the screen, Katherine said, "Remember, be careful and stay away from this kind
of unqualified mother-in-law if you're going to get married, no matter how deeply you love your fiancé.
Otherwise, you will most likely to suffer on the first day of your marriage."
Margaret stared at the video for a while, and asked, "Had you ever done research on the family of your
ex before you married him?"
Katherine tutted, "No. I was still too young to notice it at that time."
What's more, she had Old Mr. Grant at that time, who treated her as if she was his own granddaughter.
Thanks to him, no one in the Grant Family dared to ever look down upon her in those days.
Therefore, she was naive to think that the Grants had accepted her as one of their family members.
After the her own grandpa was gone, Katherine was all alone, and had long been yearning for a true
family.
Therefore, she couldn't help but indulge herself in the feeling of being one of the Grants.
She did want to be one of them, and thought they wanted her too. But, unfortunately, at last, she was
stunned to find that she was nothing in front of this group of so-called family of her.
What a heart-breaking and desperate misunderstanding.
Margaret took her seat, and rested her chin on her hand, "Hey, does Marshall treat you well?"
Does he? It was indeed a question difficult to answer, since although he was sometimes quite
standoffish and rude, Katherine could still remember the occasional tenderness that he gave her.
After a second thought, Katherine answered, "Well, he is actually nice."
Margaret smiled, "That's it! No matter how acerbically his mom treats you, he can still bear the
pressure from his mom and treat you well. It means that he is actually good enough as a husband."
'Nonsense.' Thought Katherine. If he was indeed a good man, he would have stood out and protected
her when she was bullied by her mother-in-law.
However, it was indeed something too awkward to explain. Katherine offered a stifled laugh, and
answered, "You're right. He is good."
Margaret pursed her lips, "You know, it's not a difficult task to deal with an in-law relationship."
Katherine smiled, "For you, maybe it is. But it's really not my forte. I'm not that type of social butterfly,
and thus it really frustrates me."
Soon, they ended their small talk. Spending some extra hours finishing the rest of their work, they
brought the day to an end.
Katherine told Margaret to go first, counted up the day's earnings and then left.
She was not really keen on going back home at the moment, and thus she decided to take a stroll
around the city.
Hanging around out there for a while, she then put for home by taxi after dinner.
However, as she stood by the doorway of her house, she was stunned to find that the lights on the
second floor were lit again.
'Is that someone break into my house again?' Katherine wondered.
Heading into the yard, she once again armed herself with the mop rod, opened the front door and got
upstairs at a slow and steady pace.
Up there, the corridor lights were on, and the door of her bedroom was opened.
Inching closer to her bedroom, she clinched at the mop rod in her hands, stood by the door and peered
inside — there was a man lying on the bed.
It was Marshall, with his shoes, coat and tie scattered around the floor.
Katherine got close to the bed, "Marshall?"
Marshall was asleep. His face was flushed, and his breath suffused the room with the stale smell of
alcohol.
Katherine set the mop rod down and stood by the bed, looking at this drunken man and wondering
whether he drank out of sorrow.
Katherine came up and nudged him, "Wake up, Marshall. How the hell did you get into my house?"
She was sure that she did have locked both the window and the balcony of her bedroom before she
left.
Marshall turned over, and mumbled, "Stop it, Katherine."
Scratching her head, Katherine said, "Come on, just tell me how did you get in first."
With his eyes closed, Marshall was seemingly still asleep. But suddenly, he said, "I got in through my
fingerprint."
His words stunned Katherine, since she remembered she had already removed it.
Marshall laughed, "Last time, I sent you back home, and recorded my fingerprints again in passing."
Katherine gritted her teeth, feeling annoyed at his slyness of seeking loopholes.
Katherine nudged him again, "Fine, just get up. What the hell are you doing in my house, you
drunkard?"
In silence, no response was heard from Marshall anymore — he was asleep.
No matter how hard Katherine came up to pinch his face and pull his hair, he was not seemingly going
to get out of the bed.
Exhausted, she stopped trying to wake him up, sat by the bed and said, "Go to the guest room if you're
going to spend a night in my house. It's your last chance, and next time, if I find you drunk and lying on
my bed again, I shall call Peter to take you away."
Still, Marshall remained silent.
Katherine tried to lift him up from the bed, but she failed.
After a few other tries, she gave up.
Washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she got out of her own bedroom, and headed inside the guest
room, where Marshall had previously spent a night.
The room was fully-furnished, and the only fly in the ointment was that she felt a little out of the new
bed.
Turning off the lights, she lied down, mouthed a few curses at Marshall and fell in asleep.
However, a strange feeling woke her up at midnight. She wanted to lift the quilt, but failed since there
was something heavy above it.
She tried her best to struggle out of the quilt and turned on the light.
Mr. Grant, who was previously sleeping in Katherine's bedroom, was now sleeping beside her, with his
legs above those of Katherine and his arms around her body.
Gnashing her teeth, Katherine yelled out loudly, "I've had enough with you, Marshall!"
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