The door of Katherine’s room was open so she could hear the faint sounds downstairs, which was
neither quiet nor noisy. She heard Kyle saying something about the cooking order, followed by
Frances’s rebuke, saying that Kyle and Marshall should be quiet for Katherine was resting upstairs.
Katherine was actually at a loss being aware that Frances has really been nice to her recently and she
was afraid that Frances would be the first one to tell Marshall that she was pregnant.
She scratched her head and pondered what Marshall’s reaction would be if he knew she was pregnant.
However, she could not picture it. On the one hand, she was afraid to face Marshall who knew the
truth, on the other hand, she was curious about his reactions. She was caught in a dilemma.
She took out the medical record and stared at it for a long time until people downstairs said the meal
was ready, she hid the record in a hurry. When she went down, it was obvious that Marshall was about
to go upstairs and the three of them have already set the table. Marshall smiled seeing her, "Come on."
He still had the apron on, just like a family man, looking lively and natural. She pursed her lips and then
smiled, "You look great on this."
Marshall laughed as soon as he heard her, "Really? Then I will cook for you whenever I have time."
Katherine did not say anything and went to the dining room with him. Frances had already sat down,
staring at the dishes on the table, she complimented, "Marshall, I didn't expect your cooking skills to
become so good after you got married."
Both Marshall and Katherine were astonished by what Frances said, because she probably regarded
the two of them as family for the first time. Kyle could not tell the subtle difference in Frances’s words
and was ready to glut himself with delicacies. Katherine sat down and took a deep breath, a sudden
nausea hit her. She could not bear the scent of the dishes. She managed to suppress the nausea for
quite a while, then she could not hold back any more and ran outside. Marshall was stunned and stood
up subconsciously, but Frances had a head start and followed Katherine out.
Katherine was vomiting by the sink. After several pukes, her stomach was finally empty. Frances came
over and patted her on the back with great patience and sighed, "Have patience, that’s it for everyone
in this phase."
Marshall stared at the bathroom, musing with darkened expression. Katherine was already exhausted
and Frances helped her to sit on the sofa. Frances looked at Marshall, who was standing there, and
sighed, "Katherine probably has a stomach trouble. Don't worry about it."
Marshall fixed his eyes on Katherine’s pale face, "Stomach trouble?"
Frances nodded, "Yes, what else could it be?"
Marshall didn't say anything.
Katherine stood up after a while, she shook her hand in admonition, "I'll go upstairs and take a rest, I
have no appetite now. I can take care of myself if I’m hungry."
Frances was still worried so she helped Katherine to go upstairs. Marshall followed a few steps and
stopped at the stairs.
Frances helped Katherine to lay down, feeling sympathetic, she had gone through this phase so she
knew how much Katherine suffered. However, she was in a better situation than Katherine, at least
Khalid was always by her side, and whenever she was feeling unwell, she would vent her malaise on
Khalid. Khalid was always at her service, so she was less frustrated than Katherine was now.
Katherine was different. She had to hide the fact that she was pregnant and took everything upon
herself. One would be grieved even picturing her situation. Frances sat by the bed and cogitated, "I
don't get it. You are going to have a baby, why can’t you tell Marshall and raise the baby with him?"
Katherine huddled herself up on the bed, closed her eyes and said, "If you were me, would you choose
to tell him and remarry?"
Frances was stunned because she knew she would not, she might make a scene. For example, she
wanted to get back with Khalid, but she was ashamed to make peace and she hoped Khalid would
indulge her like before. She wanted to hear his explanation for his relationship with Cora Willis, which
was like a thorn in her heart. As for Katherine and Marshall, they seemed to be in a worse situation
than her. Although Frances could not be one hundred percent sure, she knew Marshall didn’t like
Katherine judging by his behaviors. When Old Mr. Grant passed away and Katherine had no one to
support her, Marshall filed for divorce, which could be seen that he didn’t care about her feelings at all.
It was understandable that Katherine was disappointed and was not certain of his sincerity. If it were
Frances when she was young and proud, she would have left directly. She could definitely support
herself and the baby with the money in her pocket.
Katherine was weary, "I'll take a rest."
Frances answered after a while, "Okay, remember to call us when you are hungry."
Katherine didn't speak, Frances got up and went out. Marshall was still standing by the stairs, he asked
seeing Frances, "Is she better?"
Frances muttered, "No, nope, she was still uncomfortable."
Marshall nodded, "I remember we have some medicine at home, I will give it to her, she should feel
better after taking the medicine."
Frances was nervous and said quickly, "No, no need, there is no need for her to take any medicine."
She blinked, "Katherine is already asleep, and stomach illness needs time to heal. Taking medicine
only address the symptom but not the root causes. Besides, there is an old saying that all medicine has
toxicity to some degree, so we should be patient and keep nourishing her stomach. "
Marshall licked his lips, "I want to see her."
Frances hesitated and then let go, "Don't wake her up, she was barely asleep."
Marshall walked past her and said, "You are treating her better than ever."
Frances looked back at him, but he went straight upstairs without looking back. Katherine was lying on
the bed and sleeping. She was already worn-out from those retches and lethargic due to the
pregnancy, so she fell asleep rapidly. But she woke up after a while. As soon as she opened her eyes,
she saw Marshall standing at the window. He was swiping his phone with a cigarette in one hand.
Katherine sat up, "Marshall."
Marshall was startled, he hurriedly put out the cigarette and put the phone away. He took a few deep
breaths before turning back, "So you are awake."
Katherine stared at him, "What's the matter with you?"
Marshall's eyes were a little red, and it seemed he was despondent.
He cleared his throat, "I am okay. Just choking by the fume."
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