Marshall frowned and looked at Frances.
Since when did Frances become this?
Frances glared at him, “Dig in, all right? Take Katherine for a walk outside after dinner. Pregnant
women can’t sit around all the time. They got to adopt some adequate exercises.”
Then she waved her hand like she didn’t want to see him.
Marshall let out a frustrating smile. Since when did these two women started formulating an united
front?
They would bad-mouth and fight with each other every time they met before!
Katherine didn’t pay attention to him and focused on having the fruit.
After pondering for a while, Marshall went to the dining room.
When he just sat down, he heard Frances saying in the living room, “Do you have spare rooms here?
It’s pretty late now, so it’s hard to get a cab at this time. Can I just stay overnight here?”
Holding the chopsticks, Marshall’s hand paused a bit and then he heard Katherine’s voice, “Sure.
There are many spare rooms upstairs. You can tour around and see which one do you prefer and ask
Darcie to clean up the room.”
Marshall waited for a while and then slowly raised the corner of his mouth.
After the dinner, Marshall went out and stood by the sofa.
Katherine had already finished the fruit and was watching TV with Frances.
They even watched the cartoons in high spirits.
Marshall sounded serious, “Let’s have a walk outside.”
Katherine nodded, slowly stood up and stole a glance of Marshall.
Frances also looked up and scanned Marshall.
Marshall drooped his eyes and just met Frances’ look mid-air, then they both looked away.
Marshall went into the yard with Katherine and then just stopped.
After gazing at Katherine for a while, he held her hand as there was no way for him to stay mad at her,
“Watch your step. Be careful.”
Lips pursed, Katherine didn’t say anything.
They were both quite silent during the walk.
Katherine knew that Marshall was still upset that she hid the pregnancy from him.
To be honest, he got every right to be angry.
She would definitely act up if she was in his shoes.
So she didn’t say anything knowing that she was in the wrong on this matter.
After strolling around the neighborhood, Marshall went home with Katherine.
Frances had went to bed at this time, so Marshall and Katherine both went upstairs.
But Marshall went to Katherine’s bedroom a few seconds after they both returned to their respective
bedrooms.
He seemed distressed, “My mom went to my room.”
Katherine paused and just stared at Marshall without saying anything.
Marshall scanned around and saw his pajama on Katherine’s bed.
“See? My pajama is even on your bed.” He was in dead earnest.
Katherine kept on gazing at him.
Face darkened, Marshall said, “Other rooms aren’t ready yet and it’s pretty late now.
Katherine frowned and finally asked, “And?”
Marshall still looked serious. He then grabbed his pajama and went directly into the bathroom, “And
what? It’s quite late now and I’m going to have a shower and go to bed.”
Then he just went into the bathroom.
Katherine sat on the bed and closed her eyes.
Well, he was entitled to have a win today and she really didn’t want to debate with him.
Marshall took a long time in the bathroom and by the time he was done, Katherine had drifted off.
He went out in pajamas and gazed at Katherine standing against the bathroom door.
Katherine was leaning against the bed head still with a phone in her hand, but she was well into sleep.
Marshall heaved a sigh and lay Katherine down to make her more comfortable.
Katherine rolled over, but didn’t wake up.
After a few seconds, Marshall put his hand on Katherine’s belly and stroked it.
Actually, he couldn’t feel anything at this time as Katherine’s belly was still flat.
Her belly even dented a bit because of her sleeping position, but this would in no way douse Marshall’s
passion. He just rested his hand on Katherine’s belly and caressed it.
He didn’t really have any real feelings, but he can just sense a little life budding under his hand slowly.
Katherine was dead asleep and didn’t even come around when Marshall changed her night gown.
She just tossed over and went on sleeping.
Marshall beamed after a while.
He lay down and hugged Katherine into his chest.
He really didn’t care if Katherine can hear his words, “Thank you, Kathy.”
Katherine had said thanks to him many times before, but actually, he should be the one thanking her,
Marshall’s phone rang in the middle of the night.
He checked on Katherine first and seeing that she wasn’t waken up, he grabbed the phone.
It was one of his minions calling him. He went out and picked up the call in the hallway.
The minion said, “Sir, this man asked to see you and wanted to say something to you. He wouldn’t say
anything no matter how we interrogated.”
Marshall checked the time and it was exactly mid-night.
He then glanced at Katherine in the room and then answered, “Okay, I’ll be right there. I’d like to see
what on earth he got to say to me.”
Marshall changed his clothes in silence and went out.
There wasn’t much traffic in the night, so he got to the warehouse pretty quickly.
One of his minions was waiting for him and hurriedly led him to meet the man when he arrived.
The man looked terrible and was sitting cross-legged.
His tattooed arm was still bandaged up and seemed like immobile.
He grinned when he saw Marshall, “Get them out. I’ll only talk to you.”
Marshall remained indifferent and motioned the minions to leave, “Spit it out.”
The man let out a sigh, “Actually, I really didn’t hide much from you. The women that I hit that day is
pregnant and the person who hired me ordered to bump her so that she could lose the baby.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be paid so much.”
He then just laughed himself, “Well, I really didn’t mean to tell you as I have my work ethnics, but my
arm...”
He checked his arm and cursed, “I’m in freaking so much pain! I just can’t bear it anymore. God damn
it! Or I wouldn’t tell you this in a million years!”
That person told him the true motive believing that he was pretty trustful.
He should’ve just give him the hush money and tell him nothing.
Marshall pondered for a while and said, “So the person who hired you wasn’t the true manipulator.”
“No.” The man shook his head and continued, “The true schemer would only hire some minions to
meet me.”
He then pointed at himself, “Minions just like me. We have our disciplines, but I just broke those rules.”
Marshall sneered, “Is this the person who was in direct contact with you?”
He then took out the man’s phone and showed him the call history.
The man nodded, “Yeah, but I only have this number and nothing else. If you want to ask me what’s his
name or where does he live, I really don’t have answers for that. I’ve told you everything I know.”
Marshall nodded and didn’t say anything.
He had already looked up this number and the account holder was pretty doubtful.
The person who registered this number was a grey-haired old man who lived in a little village and was
illiterate.
He surly wouldn’t believe that this person was behind all of this.
So it could only mean that someone used this old man’s identity to sign in this account or had
purchased the identity from the black market.
After all, no one dared to used his true identity to do such a shady business.
Marshall stared at the man for a while who was slightly pale and was obviously sleep deprived.
He shouldn’t be lying in his current situation.
Marshall stood up and went outside.
He then waved to one of the minions to release this man.
The man walked out on his own, but when he passed Marshall, he stopped and muttered, “That man
got a nickname. I’m not very sure. It’s Mario. You can try to look it up.”
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