Khalid went to the house after work. He almost arrived at the same time with Ralph.
Khalid strode into the parlor, looking anxious.
Marshall, who was talking on his phone, hurried to hang it up when noticing Khalid walking over.
Ralph still behaved slovenly while wearing a flippant smile.
Marshall stood up to say to both of them, “Katherine and mom are both upstairs.”
So Khalid hurried to the second floor.
Ralph was a bit surprised. He looked at Marshall, “What happened? What’s going on with elder Mr.
Grant?”
Marshall sighed and briefly told him what happened in the afternoon.
Soon, the flippant smile on his face faded away. He frowned, “What? Did you get that guy?”
Marshall nodded, “We got him under control. I will go to check what’s going on after dinner.”
Ralph nodded, “Let’s go together. I’d like to see who actually dared to conspire against you.”
As Khalid went upstairs, he straightly headed to Frances’s room.
As both Katherine and Darcie were inside the room, they packed up the med kit and left.
Frances was about to sit up. But she suddenly felt a bang of pain down her waist.
“Ouch!” she huffed and slumped onto the bed again.
She smiled at Khalid awkwardly, “Alright, I think I’d better keep my posture on the bed like that.”
Khalid walked over to check the bruise, “Still hurt?”
Frances replied, “Of course it hurts. But it’s okay for me.”
After some consideration, Khalid sat on the bedside, “Well, you seem to be quite tougher than before. I
still remember you would like to whine for long in the old days even because of a simple bump onto
your body.”
Frances couldn’t help chuckling, “Yeah, I do feel like being a bit tougher now.”
Actually, she also started to wonder when this change occurred to her. Perhaps it was an abrupt one
when she was told that Katherine got pregnant.
Frances had been raised like a princess and she still continued to be after marriage.
At that time, she still failed to fit in the position as the mother of Marshall.
But on the day when she was told that Katherine got pregnant, she seemed to suddenly realize the
responsibility.
She couldn’t still stay innocent like a little girl when she was going to be a grandma.
Perhaps that was the moment when she had changed.
Though it was commonly acknowledged that it took time for one to grow, for her, it was like an instant
change.
Khalid let out his breath while staring at the back of her head, “I would like to see your change earlier.”
Frances paused, unspoken.
The atmosphere fell into mere awkwardness because of the seconds of pause.
Khalid was the first to utter, “Is it just a bruise? Shall we go to the hospital?”
Frances replied after pondering, “It’s just a bruise caused by a hit. I don’t think it will go even worse.”
Khalid sighed, “You always worry me.”
Frances was rendered speechless. Indeed, she always worried him.
Darcie then finished cooking. So she told them to have dinner.
As it wasn’t a serious injury, Khalid supported her up to get off the bed.
In the dining room, both Marshall and Ralph were discussing about their follow-up plan to catch the
culprit behind.
With the help of Ralph, most problems could be solved more easily.
As Katherine didn’t have good appetite, she left after taking some food.
Marshall could tell how she felt.
After all, no one could rest at ease when being plotted against.
So Marshall didn’t take much food either. He followed her out to the yard.
But Katherine still looked calm and composed as if it never scared her.
Marshall walked over to stand beside her, “Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”
Katherine turned to look at him, “You have caught that guy, right?”
Marshall nodded, “We have locked him down.”
Katherine nodded, “I want to go with you. I’d like to see who he is.”
Marshall paused and frowned, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I am afraid you may feel sick if you witness
how terrible it’s gonna happen to him.”
“What should I feel sick about?” Katherine smiled, “It’s okay. Trust me. I am much tougher than you
have ever expected.”
Ralph walked to the yard after taking some food. He stretched himself, “I’ve planned to relax myself for
a few more days. But now someone dirty ruins my plan.”
As both Khalid and Frances finished dinner, he supported her upstairs.
Marshall noticed Khalid that he needed to go out with Katherine for a while. So he asked Khalid to take
care of Frances.
Khalid nodded to agree.
As it had been settled, Marshall, together with Katherine, drove to a warehouse. While Ralph was
driving his own car to follow behind.
That man had been locked inside, looking miserable with smashed face when they arrived.
His face was badly beaten with bloody nose and swollen cheeks.
But he only got hurt on the surface.
Katherine followed Marshall in, seeing that man sitting at the corner. He was still wearing the same
biker jacket.
Marshall waved his hand to beckon his men to lift that man up and put him onto a chair beside.
That man remained silent with his head down, showing no intention to look at them.
Seeing that, Katherine didn’t dare to approach.
She said to those men working for Marshall, “Tie him up. Do you want me to face him when he can still
move freely?”
So those men tied him up on the chair.
Not until then did Katherine walk over.
She raised up her head and grabbed his hair to lift up his head.
But she still failed to see his face clearly as he was so badly beaten that his face covered with black
and blue went twisted and swollen.
Katherine shook her head, “Well, I’d fancy offer you some slaps. But now it seems that I can save my
time.”
She stared at him, “Tell me. Who are you working for?”
That man huffed while staring at her, looking disdainful.
Katherine sneered, “Huh, tough guy!”
She turned to look at Marshall, “Hey, do you guys keep some toys for torture here? You only extract
information from him with fists?”
Marshall sighed and asked his men to bring plenty of stuffs—spear with triple points, dagger, needle,
hammer and so on, most of which Katherine failed to name.
She looked around and grabbed a dagger, the one she was most familiar with.
She pulled out the dagger from sheath. She checked the blade and found it sharp, looking pleased.
She felt its weight, grabbed his top and cut his sleeve open.
She could tell from his muscular arm that he must be a strong guy.
Katherine smiled, “Though guy, are you going to keep your mouth shut? If so, I am afraid you need to
suffer a bit.”
That man just sneered and simply ignored what she said.
So Katherine showed no hesitation to cut him with the dagger.
That man was quite surprised when being cut.
And so were both Marshall and Ralph.
No one had ever expected that she actually cut his shoulder deep. Blood soon streamed down from the
wound.
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