Chapter 112 Ignore (Part One)


    ''Forget it!''


    Mary chose to ignore them. With the long ride ahead of them, she might as well sleep. ''They could


    talk all they want, '' she thought.


    Squeezing her eyes shut, she snuggled herself in the backseat, leaning against the door beside her.


    William drove the car while chatting with the man beside him. However, he still secretly observed


    the figure behind them.


    It turned out he could do three things at the same time.


    "What do you want to eat tonight?" Frank asked.


    "Well..." he trailed off as he nced at the rearview mirror. Upon seeing the woman behind them,


    his gaze narrowed almost immediately and his face darkened with so much intensity.


    ''She''s sleeping?'' His fingers gripped the wheel in front of him, and his teeth gnashed together. Was


    she really that annoyed with him?


    Did she really hate him that much? Various thoughts ran through his mind, and his grip on the wheel


    tightened even further. All conversations were gone from his mind. Instead, all he could do was


    focus on the woman at the back.


    "Damn it!" he cursed furiously. Seeing that she still continued to ignore him, William mmed his


    foot onto the elerator and the car sped away. It was a good thing that the highway was free of


    cars, else he''d be asking for a car ident.


    Just as they were about to stop at the intersection, he quickly maneuvered his foot onto the brakes.


    The luxury car that had been running on a hundred miles per hour stopped sharply just before the


    pedestrianne.


    Bang!


    At the stop, Mary''s head mmed against the driver seat, waking her up in an instant.


    "Ouch!" she hissed, clutching the side of her head. A small smile slipped into the corners of


    William''s lips, as he leaned backfortably on his seat.


    With a frown, Frank looked at the smile at the corners of William''s mouth. His fingernails dug into


    his palms, and he took a deep breath.


    Knowing that he was doing this on purpose, Mary didn''t say a word. Instead, she closed her eyes


    and turned the other way.


    ''Damn it!'' William gritted his teeth, and his heart raced in his chest. His fingers twitched. A part of


    him was tempted to pull her out of the car just for her to look at him, to maybe even yell at him-


    anything to get rid of that harsh silence. Was she really that intent on not speaking to him?


    They had been on such good terms when she was drunk. What changed?


    The car had just passed another intersection, and William quickly mmed onto the brakes yet


    again. Mary gritted her teeth as her whole body was flung the other way. Her face almost hit the car


    door if she didn''t pull herself back.


    Knowing the mood William was in, she opened her eyes at the next intersection they were headed


    to and steadied herself. Her hand gripped the handle tightly and she straightened her back, looking


    ahead, as if daring him to do it again.


    Instead of braking like he did thest time, his foot mmed against the gas and he turned a sharp


    right. Soon enough, he was already throwing his car from onene to another, flinging her from left


    to right. Mary''s head was spinning throughout the entire ride, and her stomach lurched


    threateningly.


    Although the two didn''t say a word, it was as if they were having their own conversation with their


    actions.


    Frank might have looked amused with a small smile ying on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as


    night. At their childish interactions, his mouth tightened into a thin line.


    "What do you think of curry?" he asked.


    "I''m fine with that." William nodded.


    "Do we have the ingredients?"


    "Mary, do we have the ingredients?" William prompted, ncing at the back. It was the first time he


    had said a word to her throughout the entire journey. The young woman coughed awkwardly.


    "I only have potatoes in the fridge," she murmured softly, rubbing the back of her neck.


    ''Potatoes again?'' William resisted the urge to scowl. From the times that he had been with her, he


    had already grown used to having potatoes at every one of their meals. Mary wasfortable with


    only cooking them, so it was practical to have her fridge stacked with them just in case she needed


    to cook.


    "Then, we should go and get some ingredients," Frank stated.


    "Fine." Nodding, he parked the car by the supermarket near their house.


    Mary stepped out of the car and turned the other way. Her arms swung to her sides as she took in


    the fresh cold air. "I''ll be heading back first then."


    "No need, we can go together." William left no room for argument as he mmed the car door shut.


    She wanted to escape? To get the hell out of here? Well, she could shove it! He wasn''t going to let


    her go anywhere. He sneered in his heart.


    Clenching her fists, Mary took a deep breath. ''I shouldn''t hit him, '' she reminded herself as she


    stomped into the supermarket.


    "This chicken..." Frank murmured, staring at the poultry section.


    William stood beside him as he surveyed the ingredients leisurely. Mary, on the other hand, was


    holding the bags of onion and carrots in her hands.


    They must''ve been a strange sight together.


    Throughout the entire shopping trip, Mary fought the urge to throw the onion to William''s head.


    ''Does he really want to torture me like this all the time?'' she thought, resisting the urge to groan as


    they walked down the aisles one by one. It wasn''t as if she owed him anything!


    When they finally got home, she thought that this was her final chance to escape. Besides, from the


    looks of the two men, she was nothing more than an outsider with them. She was about to walk to


    her bedroom, but William held her back.


    "You can go slice the potatoes," he ordered coldly. Frank looked up as he ced the several bags


    of ingredients onto the kitchen counter. "It''s no problem. I can do it myself."


    "She has nothing to do anyway. Besides, if you don''t let her do anything, it''ll be like she''s eating for


    free." He waved his hand dismissively. "She would feel embarrassed."


    No, she wouldn''t. In fact, she''d even be happy if she got to eat for free!


    Mary stered a smile on her face and turned to the other man in the kitchen. "It''s fine," she quickly


    reassured. "I can help you with that."


    Rolling up her sleeves, she walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the potatoes from the fridge, she


    began to clean them without saying a word.


    It was rare for William to sit in front of the TV. Frank took this time to chat with him as he was


    seasoning the chicken.


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    "Have you dealt with Victor?" he asked.


    "I''m almost done that matter."


    "That''s good then." A smile bloomed into his lips. "Well, if that''s it, then I have even better news I


    could share with you."


    "What''s the news?" Finally, he turned around.


    "I''ve finally divorced Nancy."


    Divorced? Mary paused.


    If they had already divorced, then that meant that her own divorce with William wouldn''t be that far


    behind. She bit on her bottom lip.


    William pursed his lips. Although he had already expected this would happen and he knew that his


    own divorce was imminent, he still couldn''t help but feel a bit down.


    "How is she?" he asked.


    This time, it was Frank''s turn to avoid his gaze. "She...she left." Frank wiped the water from his


    hands and continued, "When we went home to get some rest, she left the hospital all by herself. I


    didn''t know where she went."


    William rubbed his forehead. "It''s our fault she went haywire like this. Now that she''s alone...it


    probably won''t be safe for her."


    Mary was confused. ''What happened to Nancy? Why was she in the hospital? She ran away again?


    What the hell was happening?''


    The frown on Frank''s face deepened as he stepped towards him. "You''re not ming me for not


    taking good care of her, are you?" he used.


    "It''s not that. Of course not," William replied sharply, standing up.


    "She fell down the stairs, okay? I didn''t push her..." he trailed off before turning to Mary. His tone


    was sharp and his eyes were aze with hidden frustrations. "We just-we couldn''t keep the child."


    A child?


    Nancy''s child was gone.


    "And I know that." William sighed, nodding.


    "Fortunately, you and Mary don''t have this problem." Frank chuckled casually. "I made a mistake in


    getting Nancy pregnant, but you didn''t. You won''t be as stupid as me."


    At the sound of his seemingly harmless chuckle, Mary lost track of herself. She didn''t even notice


    that the de had brushed against her fingers.


    "Ah!"


    she yelped, gasping in pain. Losing her bnce, she staggered backwards as the knife fell from her


    grasp. The sliced potatoes fell to the ground as the de ttered onto the tiles. She winced,


    leaning against the counter.


    "Mary!" William cried out, rushing towards her. His eyes zed over with concern. "What the hell


    happened?"


    "Nothing," she replied. Avoiding his gaze, she covered her left hand. "It''s just a small cut. I cut my


    hand by ident."


    He nced at the drops of blood on the chopping board and the frown on his face deepened. "Let


    me have a look at your hand." "It''s really no proble--"


    "Stop talking!" He wrenched her hand from her side and looked at it closely. Although it wasn''t a


    large cut, it was still a pretty deep wound given the continuous blood flow.


    Mary let out a soft hiss. The pain rushed through her system as William gripped her hand.


    "Are you stupid?" he snapped. Despite his harsh tone, his actions said another story. He didn''t


    waste any time before he ced her finger on his lips.


    "What..." she sputtered out, flushing dark red. "What the hell are you doing?" She tried her best to


    wrestle under his hold. However, just as she turned around, she found Frank standing by the


    kitchen door, frozen on his feet. She stiffened.


    Frank stared at them as if they had justmitted the worst possible crime one could''ve ever done.


    His eyes were dark and sullen, and if she looked even closer, she could see that his bottom lip was


    trembling.


    William''s lips were still on her finger.


    Immediately, she gathered all the strength she had left and wrenched her hand away.


    "I swear, you''re such an idiot," William shouted. "I''ll get the band aid, okay?" Mary didn''t say another


    word. Instead, she simply stared at the man standing in front of her.


    Noticing that she wasn''t answering, he turned around to see what she was looking at. His back


    stiffened upon seeing Frank staring at them with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes.


    "Frank!" he yelled out.


    "William..." Frank smiled bitterly. "Having fun, aren''t you?"


    His hands trembled as a small ball curled around his throat. Frank gulped, blinking the tears away


    as he stared at the seemingly loving couple in front of him. It was such a small wound, yet the man


    acted as if it was the end of the world! ''William, '' he thought mournfully. ''Are you that taken with


    her?''


    Sensing the awkward tension that had fluttered across them, Mary stered a small smile on her


    face. "You''re overreacting, William," she joked. "It''s really nothing. I''ll just deal with this. You can


    continue with your dinner."


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