Chapter 771


    Chapter 771


    Uncle Ford took numerous turns into various alleys, probably to shake off the bodyguard who followed after Catelyn. Eventually,


    they arrived at a tea house with a quiet environment on the corner of a street.


    Grandpa Mason was in the private room on the top floor, standing by the window with one hand on the railing, looking out into the


    distance.


    The tea house was elegantly decorated as there were elegantly carved handicrafts on the shelves, and the whole house was


    filled with a faint tea fragrance.


    After Uncle Ford announced to Granda Mason that the ''guest'' was here, he slowly turned.


    Sporting a ck coat, his face was etched with sternness as his eyes gleamed coldly. "Ceddy has you well-guarded, it seems. I


    had to get rid of his people before I got to meet you."


    "If you have something to say, please get straight to it." Catelyn was neither humble nor arrogant, but calm. A faint glint could be


    seen in her eyes.


    Draco stepped back to the table with a stern expression. "I''ve reminded you many times that I want you to leave Ceddy and give


    up custody of the two children, but it seems that you take none of my words to heart. You even get the marriage certificate with


    Cedrick secretly. Do you think the house rules of the Mason family are just child''s y?"


    "I respect you as Cedrick''s grandfather, but it doesn''t mean that we should always follow your orders."


    "So you''ve made up your mind not to leave him?" Draco stared at her mockingly.


    Catelyn took a deep breath and dered, "Unless he doesn''t want me, I won''t divorce him, and I sure


    as heck won''t give up custody of the children."


    "Is that so?" The sneer on Draco''s face gradually became unfathomable. "In the past, if it weren''t for


    the fact that you''ve given birth to my grandchildren, I''d have had someone get rid of you. Ceddy has


    been resenting me for always putting you in difficult situations.


    "Now, Quinn—Miss Atherton—is back, she can do things, take care of Ceddy, or even give birth to


    more heirs of the family a hundred times better than you. If you truly love him, you should leave as


    soon as possible!"


    "Do you truly think Quinn is the daughter of the Atherton family?" questioned Catelyn casually.


    Draco, however, was not surprised at all. "Do you think that matters? The Atherton family just needs to


    admit her identity."


    It seemed that he was determined to force her to leave.


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    Catelyn offered him a solemn bow. "I''m sorry, but I can''t do it. If you ask me to be here just to talk about


    this, I''m afraid we have nothing to talk about."


    Just as she was about to leave, she heard Draco’s monotonous voiceing from behind, "I heard


    that Ceddy has injured your mother and is now in aa, lying in the hospital bed."


    Catelyn''s heart began to race upon hearing this. "Leave her alone!" she hissed. "She has nothing to do


    with this!"


    "Ceddy hurt her, yet you refuse to leave him. It seems that you don''t actually care about Missus Hills


    after all." Disdain shed in Draco''s eyes, but he suddenly changed the subject of the conversation.


    "What if...Ezekiel was in trouble instead?"


    Draco took out a stack of photos and threw them in front of Catelyn.


    Fwoosh! The photos rustled in the air and finally fell to the ground at the other end of the table, one


    after another.


    Catelyn casually picked up the one on the table and nced at it. Instantly, she found herself unable to


    breathe as her eyes were filled with sheer shock.


    ''It''s Dad!''


    The person in the photo was Ezekiel, Catelyn''s father!


    The photos seemed to have been taken in a dirty ce, and Ezekiel was wearing a prison uniform, crouching on the ground,


    cleaning. Behind him stood many men wearing the same prison uniform with malicious smiles on their faces.


    She hurriedly picked up the other photos and looked at them all.


    In other photos, Ezekiel was weeding thewn, doing handicrafts in the dark room, and was even beaten and kicked by a group


    of gangsters.


    One of her hands flew to sp her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.


    There was no doubt that this was a prison, where Ezekiel was suffering.


    He was not dead yet.


    She knew her father was alive!


    However, seeing him so oppressed in such a state, she felt infinite guilt and remorse in her heart, "where did these photose


    from?" she asked. "How is my father now?"