Chapter 973
Chapter 973
Knowing he could not hide the truth from Catelyn at this point, Grandpa Albert sheepishly admitted, "Master
Cedrick didn''t do it on purpose."
"Even if it wasn''t on purpose, he shouldn''t hit you!"
Grandpa Albert took care of Cedrick for so many years. To Catelyn, Cedrick had no business whatsoever to hit an
old man like this.
''What the hell is he doing?! That''s not a good excuse to hit Grandpa Albert!'' "Is the pick-me-up ready? When it''s
done, bring it over and feed it to him." Grandpa Albert looked at Catelyn''s lower abdomen concernedly, and then at
the unconscious Cedrick. Cedrick identally knocked over a vase before she came, and the broken piece cut his
ankle, causing him to bleed.
Master Cedrick had to be awake, otherwise, it would be inconvenient for the doctor to treat the wound.
Grandpa Albert asked a maid to get the sobering soup and stretched out his hand to help Cedrick. "Master
Cedrick, didn''t you keep calling for your wife just now? She''s here now. May I help you to sit on the couch so you
can take your pick-me-up?"
Catelyn turned around to take the soup handed over by the maid when all of a sudden, she suddenly heard a low
groan.
"Ahh!"
Catelyn turned and noticed that Cedrick had once more pushed Grandpa Albert, sending him lying on
the floor with his right hand pressing his back.
"What pick-me-up? Who said I''m drunk? I''m not!" snarled Cedrick, his expression contorted darkly.
His expression took all the maids by surprise, and Grandpa Albert''s cry of pain stopped abruptly.
Catelyn doubted her own eyes and ears and hurried over to help Grandpa Albert, but just as she took a
few steps, the irate Cedrick suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.
"What are you doing here? You''re pregnant. You shouldn''t be running around! You should care about
the baby in your belly.
"Oh.-that''s right, life is unfair. After all, it''s neither up to you nor me to decide the child''s destiny..."
Catelyn was baffled by his mumbles and thought he was talking nonsense.
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Sure enough, his breath smelled like the rich, fragrant aroma of wine. It was hard not to think that he
was drunk and crazy.
The closer she got to him, the stronger the smell of the wine was, so much so that she felt nauseous
just inhaling.
She stretched out her hand to push him away, worrying that she would vomit at any given moment, but
Cedrick just refused to let go.
When Grandpa Albert saw the confrontation between the two, he was terrified.
Disregarding his sprained waist, he got up from the ground and anxiously reasoned, "Master Cedrick,
you''re dragging your wife. Missus Mason is pregnant, so please be careful! It''s okay to push me, but
please don''t push Missus Mason..."
''Missus?1 Cedrick seemed to have regained his sanity as he stared nkly at the woman in front of him, and he
suddenly let her go by reflex, slightly frowning. "Catelyn? When did youe?"
He had been drunk-talking all along.
Deciding to snap him from his stupor, she brought the pick-me-up toward Cedrick and said, "You want to drink?
Alright, here you go."
Cedrick''s eyes moved from her face to the bowl in her hand, thinking it was wine.
A few secondster, he took the soup and brought it to his lips expressionlessly. He then sniffed it before suddenly
throwing the bowl to the floor. "Do you think I''m drunk? Do you think I can''t tell the difference between the smell of
wine and water?"
The bowl fell to the ground with a thud and shattered into pieces, just like the antique vases he had broken.
Catelyn subconsciously took a step back and gritted her teeth. It turned out that he was not drunk enough to be
able to distinguish between the smell of wine and the pick-me-up soup. That meant he knew he had pushed
Grandpa Albert.
If he could not pull himself together, he would not be able to sober up before sunrise.