Katherine clinched her phone in her hands and waited for her response, but there was still no reply
sent from the woman after a while later.
'She must be busy now. Maybe she will send me a reply later.' Katherine thought to herself.
Sleepily, Katherine then put down the phone, turned over and fell asleep.
On the other side, Marshall had seen the message which Katherine had just sent him.
Katherine was not yet aware that the account owner was exactly Marshall.
Holding his smart phone in hand, Marshall looked at the message, and decided to leave her on read.
Given that he and Katherine were in embarrassment, Katherine would immediately unfriend the
account if she knew that it was Marshall.
This woman was really disregarding none of his feelings and showing no mercy to him.
Marshall sighed, and walked into the lounge.
He had not been sleeping well these days, as dreams assaulted him every single night like floods and
left him racked with tiredness and frustration.
His grandma thought he was currently under too much strain of work, and told him to go pamper
himself between the times.
With a momentary urge to laugh, he wished his grandma was right, in which he could just pacify
himself easier.
Sleeping in his lounge for a while, Marshall was woken up by a loud knock on the door.
Marshall climbed out of the bed, and saw Khalid standing outside the door with a file in his hand.
"Here, check this cooperation proposal. I'm going on a business trip in the next few days, and I want
you to come along." Said Khalid.
Surprised, Marshall asked, "Wait, you mean our two?"Seldom would they ever go on one business trip
together at the same time, since mostly, only one of them would be totally enough to handle it.
Khalid nodded, "Come on, you know we are both having a hard time recently. It will be a chance for us
to take a breather."
Taking the file from Khalid, Marshall sat down behind the desk, flipped over the file and said, "Have you
been to the hospital since then?"
Khalid pondered, and answered, "Not these two days. Aunt Willis is getting better now, and they said
that she would soon be able to be discharged. It seems unnecessary for me to worry anymore."
Marshall nodded, "Where does Aunt Willis plan to go after she leaves the hospital? It was a car
accident, and she still needs some time to convalesce from that."
Khalid answered with a nod, "Yes, she rented a house and hired herself a housekeeper. I think she'll be
fine."
Checking through the file briefly, Marshall closed it and said, "Good. The sooner she recovers, the
sooner my mom gets herself reassured."
Hearing the name of Frances, Khalid soon realized what did Marshall exactly mean.
His son was warning him.
Although Marshall never left any comments about the affair between him and Cora, he actually seemed
to have a grudge against the relationship.
Khalid said, "Don't you worry about that. I know what I'm doing."
Staying in the office for a while longer, Khalid then left and headed back to his position.
Marshall checked through the file again, and discovered that they were not actually going to meet any
sort of major clients, which meant it was totally unnecessary for them to go on the business trip
together.
However, thinking over what Khalid had just said, Marshall thought that his words did make sense.
Indeed, both he and his father were urgently in need of some space to rebuild themselves and get over
the hard time.
Busy handling his work for a while later, he was once again disturbed by someone who walked into his
office.
Marshall looked up, and said, "So, what now?"
His words were stuck in his throat as he caught the eyes of the woman standing in front of him. He
stood up, and asked, "What brings you here, Lydia?"
Looking at Marshall, Lydia smiled, "I'm passing by, and just somehow want to go upstairs to see you
guys. Sadly, I didn't find Lucas, but I have you here!"
Marshall got off his chair and led Lydia to the sofa. He made a gesture of please, "Please, take a seat."
The reason why Lydia was here was not just simply for a visit. She had some other intentions,
and Marshall knew that well.
The two sat down on the sofa, and then Lydia sighed, "In fact, I met a friend nearby today. She has a
daughter, who is about the same age as Lucas. I've seen that girl before, and I like her. Therefore, I
met my friend today and discussed with her about getting Lucas and the girl together, and she said yes.
Then, I tried to contact Lucas and ask his opinion, but neither was he here, nor did he answer my
phone call. It really frustrates me, you know?"
Marshall laughed, "He is already a man, and he knows how to do the things. You don't have to push
him so hard."
With a cloudy look on her face, "Of course I know! I don't mean to put my hand in his relationship, but I
just can not bare seeing him keep dilly-dallying like that! I may never have the chance to meet my
daughter-in-law for the rest of my life if I only stand aside and watch."
Still, Marshall responded with a laugh, "Everything will be fine. He'll cross the bridge when he comes to
it."
With her mouth pursed, Lydia remained silent for a few seconds, and then uttered, "Lucas told me that
he had once talked with you about that. He said you both were holding the same opinion on that, which
makes me wonder what is exactly hidden in his head. Honestly, he always fudges his answer whenever
I try to figure out what's inside him. Do you know anything about him, Marshall?"
Marshall nodded, "I did have talked to him before, but it was just a small talk, which was nothing
helpful. He told me that he didn't want to get acquainted with a girl via blind date. In his mind, maybe
that's a bad way for him to find a congenial girlfriend."
Lydia seemed helpless, "That's a word I heard frequently from the others. But what congeniality is
actually good for? Of course, in a romantic relationship, a couple always need true love for each other,
but they also need other things to earn themselves a living, and support their family! To be honest,
though I have introduced many, many beautiful girls from good family to my son, I just fail to figure out
what the so-called congeniality exactly means to him."
This word didn't make any sense to Lydia. She didn't know that it was something abstract and
intangible.
After a few minutes of silence, Lydia turned to Marshall, "What about you? I have seen those things
online, and you must be leading a hard time at the moment. Well, heed my words, Marshall. You're
single now, which means that you again have the chance to choose the another one. And this time, you
got to keep in mind that you should always consider one's family background first before looking at her
personality or something else. After all, you still have decades of time to spend with the one you
choose in the future, which will be long enough to foster affection with anyone."
Marshall smiled, "I understand. I'm just not in a hurry, Lydia."
Lydia nodded, "I can help you if you want. But you mom will probably be pissed off if the girls I
introduce to you fail to satisfy her."
Marshall laughed, "My mom always says mean things, and is not good at expressing her true feelings.
Let's forget about her at the moment."
Although Lydia said she didn't feel offended by Frances since they were family, Marshall could tell that
she was actually holding grudges against that.
As the two were talking in the office, Lucas was back from meeting a customer. He was a little stunned
to see the unexpected presence of his mom.
Greeting his mom, he then looked at Marshall.
Marshall uttered, "Your mom has been here for quite a while, and she is here for you."
Hearing that, Lucas soon realized what his mom came here for, since she had mentioned something
about it last night.
'Why she's been so hurry?' Lucas asked himself.
Helplessly, he turned to his mom, "Please, just stop it, mom. I don't need anyone to decide whom I
should be in love with, since I already have someone I like!"
Stunned, Lydia stared at Lucas, as well as Marshall did.
She then asked in haste, "What? Who's that? Is she among the list?"
Lucas shook his head, "Nope. But I can tell you that you know her."
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