Chapter 352 Her Drunken Ex


    Frances'' eyes were fixed on the back of ra. As she saw her walk out of the café, get in her car and


    drive away, Frances was finally free to soften her wooden smiling face.


    She turned around, and slowly raised her hands to bury her face.


    She was inck of enough courage to even take a glimpse at the video clips circting online, in which


    she looked so sinister and terrifying that one could hardly tell that she was still that dignified and


    elegantdy.


    Disconstely, she made up her mind to leave after heaving sighs for nearly a half-day-long.


    On her way back to Masons, she told the driver to make a detour and go past the dessert house


    of Katherine.


    Previously at the Grant''s, she was reprimanded by Marshall''s grandma that she was, by any measure,


    an unfit mother inw of Katherine, since for the whole year, she never stopped picking Katherine''s


    ws.


    However, Frances retorted that although she was indeed unfit for being Katherine''s mother in-


    law, Katherine was far less qualified to be her daughter-inw either, since there would be no other


    women like her who would ever clobber her own husband''s mother.


    The car stopped by the entrance of the dessert house as Frances ordered.


    Looking through the French windows, she could see that Katherine, with a bright and warm smile on


    her face, was currently upied with greeting her guest.


    The guest was seemingly talking with her about something, and a light red of bashfulness could be


    clearly seen from Katherine''s face


    This scene was an eyesore for Frances, who disdained to see the unreserved smile and in


    temperament of Katherine.


    ''ra is much better'' Frances thought to herself.


    With a surge of rage simmering inside, she sneered to the driver, "Let''s move. I''ve had enough with


    that nasty country girl."


    In silence, the driver took her away from the ce.


    Katherine was too busy serving her guests to notice that Frances was once out there. Later, the guests


    were all gone, and she hastened to sit down withfort and took out her smartphone.


    One of her most enjoyable recent pastimes was to relieve herself with the video clips of Frances


    circted online, in which Frances lost her long cherished dignity and demureness, making herself no


    different from those impolite vixens.


    The video would be most likely tost long on the Inte, which meant Katherine could retrieve and


    enjoy it whenever she was out of her te.


    Meanwhile, the other heroine lying in the ward, reasonably enough, was also seen in the video.


    In the video, thedy was lying on the sickbed in pain with a distorted face, looked after by a nurse


    apanying aside.


    She was seemingly a little younger than Frances, and somehow, in contrast to the unnaturally rouged


    face of Frances, looked simple and elegant.


    With a click of her tongue, Katherine thought if she were Khalid, she would have chosen thisdy as


    the true other half of her life in lieu of Frances.


    She had no idea about the condition of Frances at present. Originally, she intended to make the best


    use of the information of Frances'' divorce as a weapon against her, but she didn''t expect that the


    woman would ever court her own doom.


    Indeed, it was such a ridiculousedy show.


    Again and again, she repeatedly reyed the video clips. Margaret leaned in, took a nce at the


    video and said, "You''ve been repeatedly watching this for quite a while."


    Pointing at Frances on the screen, Katherine said, "Remember, be careful and stay away from this kind


    of unqualified mother-inw if you''re going to get married, no matter how deeply you love your fiancé.


    Otherwise, you will most likely to suffer on the first day of your marriage."


    Margaret stared at the video for a while, and asked, "Had you ever done research on the family of your


    ex before you married him?"


    Katherine tutted, "No. I was still too young to notice it at that time."


    What''s more, she had Old Mr. Grant at that time, who treated her as if she was his own granddaughter.


    Thanks to him, no one in the Grant Family dared to ever look down upon her in those days.


    Therefore, she was naive to think that the Grants had epted her as one of their family members.


    After the her own grandpa was gone, Katherine was all alone, and had long been yearning for a true


    family.


    Therefore, she couldn''t help but indulge herself in the feeling of being one of the Grants.


    She did want to be one of them, and thought they wanted her too. But, unfortunately, atst, she was


    stunned to find that she was nothing in front of this group of so-called family of her.


    What a heart-breaking and desperate misunderstanding.


    Margaret took her seat, and rested her chin on her hand, "Hey, does Marshall treat you well?"


    Does he? It was indeed a question difficult to answer, since although he was sometimes quite


    standoffish and rude, Katherine could still remember the asional tenderness that he gave her.


    After a second thought, Katherine answered, "Well, he is actually nice."


    Margaret smiled, "That''s it! No matter how acerbically his mom treats you, he can still bear the


    pressure from his mom and treat you well. It means that he is actually good enough as a husband."


    ''Nonsense.'' Thought Katherine. If he was indeed a good man, he would have stood out and protected


    her when she was bullied by her mother-inw.


    However, it was indeed something too awkward to exin. Katherine offered a stifledugh, and


    answered, "You''re right. He is good."


    Margaret pursed her lips, "You know, it''s not a difficult task to deal with an inw rtionship."


    Katherine smiled, "For you, maybe it is. But it''s really not my forte. I''m not that type of social butterfly,


    and thus it really frustrates me."


    Soon, they ended their small talk. Spending some extra hours finishing the rest of their work, they


    brought the day to an end.


    Katherine told Margaret to go first, counted up the day''s earnings and then left.


    She was not really keen on going back home at the moment, and thus she decided to take a stroll


    around the city.


    Hanging around out there for a while, she then put for home by taxi after dinner.


    However, as she stood by the doorway of her house, she was stunned to find that the lights on the


    second floor were lit again.


    ''Is that someone break into my house again?'' Katherine wondered.


    Heading into the yard, she once again armed herself with the mop rod, opened the front door and got


    upstairs at a slow and steady pace.


    Up there, the corridor lights were on, and the door of her bedroom was opened.


    Inching closer to her bedroom, she clinched at the mop rod in her hands, stood by the door and peered


    inside — there was a man lying on the bed.


    It was Marshall, with his shoes, coat and tie scattered around the floor.


    Katherine got close to the bed, "Marshall?"


    Marshall was asleep. His face was flushed, and his breath suffused the room with the stale smell of


    alcohol.


    Katherine set the mop rod down and stood by the bed, looking at this drunken man and wondering


    whether he drank out of sorrow.


    Katherine came up and nudged him, "Wake up, Marshall. How the hell did you get into my house?"


    She was sure that she did have locked both the window and the balcony of her bedroom before she


    left.


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    Marshall turned over, and mumbled, "Stop it, Katherine."


    Scratching her head, Katherine said, "Come on, just tell me how did you get in first."


    With his eyes closed, Marshall was seemingly still asleep. But suddenly, he said, "I got in through my


    fingerprint."


    His words stunned Katherine, since she remembered she had already removed it.


    Marshallughed, "Last time, I sent you back home, and recorded my fingerprints again in passing."


    Katherine gritted her teeth, feeling annoyed at his slyness of seeking loopholes.


    Katherine nudged him again, "Fine, just get up. What the hell are you doing in my house, you


    drunkard?"


    In silence, no response was heard from Marshall anymore — he was asleep.


    No matter how hard Katherine came up to pinch his face and pull his hair, he was not seemingly going


    to get out of the bed.


    Exhausted, she stopped trying to wake him up, sat by the bed and said, "Go to the guest room if you''re


    going to spend a night in my house. It''s yourst chance, and next time, if I find you drunk and lying on


    my bed again, I shall call Peter to take you away."


    Still, Marshall remained silent.


    Katherine tried to lift him up from the bed, but she failed.


    After a few other tries, she gave up.


    Washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she got out of her own bedroom, and headed inside the guest


    room, where Marshall had previously spent a night.


    The room was fully-furnished, and the only fly in the ointment was that she felt a little out of the new


    bed.


    Turning off the lights, she lied down, mouthed a few curses at Marshall and fell in asleep.


    However, a strange feeling woke her up at midnight. She wanted to lift the quilt, but failed since there


    was something heavy above it.


    She tried her best to struggle out of the quilt and turned on the light.


    Mr. Grant, who was previously sleeping in Katherine''s bedroom, was now sleeping beside her, with his


    legs above those of Katherine and his arms around her body.


    Gnashing her teeth, Katherine yelled out loudly, "I''ve had enough with you, Marshall!"