I'm Sorry, But I Love You

Anderson frowned and replied, “I got it, so don’t you worry too much for now, Grandma. I will head out to pick her up now.”

After Catherine had finished her lunch, she curled up in front of the window while staring blankly into space. Her mind was contemplating the next step to be taken for Anderson to return her children to her.

Owen walked up to her and patted her on the back at that moment which had broken off her train of thought. She turned her head back and gazed at him with a puzzled face.

“I’m going back home later; do you want to come along with me? My mother misses you.”

Catherine shook her head, “No, thanks.”

She did not want to meet anyone in her previous circle as she had had enough of their pitiful or haughty disdain looks on their faces whenever they saw her.

“Just help me to pass on my sincere regards to her.” She got up to see him off while uttering, “As a matter of fact, you wouldn’t have stayed in City A for so long if not for me, and I reckon your mom is still upset and blaming me for that.”

Owen pinched her cheek in a loving manner as he said, “Don’t think too much, alright?”

Catherine saw him off at the gate of the villa, and before he had departed, he gave her a hug while whispering in her ears, “Try not to overthink, I will bring the kids back. There’s a painted board in the study room, so you can sketch some cartoons if you feel bored.”

“Alright.” Catherine put on a smile and nodded in reply.

Their intimate interaction had been taken in by a man whom was seated in a car further away.

When Catherine was about to head back inside the villa after Owen had left, her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone when she was turning her body which had caused her to jerk forward, “Why are you…” back again?

Her words were stuck in her throat when she had discerned the identity of the person whom was holding on to her arm, and her smile froze on her face while her countenance fell in a swift, “What are you doing here?”

“Why? Am I interrupting your intimate moment with him?” Anderson’s mouth curled up in a frigid manner, but his tone embodied a hint of jealousy that he himself was not even aware of.

Catherine laughed sarcastically at him as she ridiculed him, “We’re divorced for many years now, so I don’t think you have the right to butt in my private life. Or is it that Mr. Clark here is actually jealous?”

Anderson was stunned on the spot for a second, and soon after a frosty look manifested in his eyes as he eyed her up and down and scoffed afterwards, “You think too highly of yourself. You’re not my cup of tea back then, so it’s obvious that I would not even give you any thought now that you’re older.”

is younger than you an old woman when you’re

the end, he just dragged her by her arm while walking

fear as she tried

for fear of security guards showing up anytime soon. When he

down then and

her hands tightly

qualified to be

stupefied for a moment upon hearing his accusation that she was not fit to be Lincoln and Sophia’s mother. She gritted her lips and uttered after a long while, “Whom do you think you are to say that I am

criticized her for being unfit to be the kids’ mother, except for him. He was

Catherine whom was still underneath him as he continued, “You must have been bewitched by Owen and only busy with your lovey-dovey relationship. Do you even

say just now?” Catherine had filtered out the latter part of his sentence

had earlier suddenly struck her upon hearing his words as it turned out that she would not have that bad dream for no reason at all. Something bad must have happened

voice and

her eyes when it was only a while ago that she was still talking back to him, and she seemed like she was overwhelmed with sorrow and dread as well as if her children were a taboo to

her meal, so she has passed out due to hunger. She has just woken up a while ago, and all she does is crying out

hunger? Catherine thought to herself as utter

out from hunger in the wealthy Clark family was ludicrous and absurd

shoving him, “Why didn’t you call me when she had not been eating? How could you just stand

to be her

uttered briskly. He had never taken Sophia’s matter to heart ever since she had been admitted

with a wistful smile when his heartless words had hit her, “The reason that you don’t like her is because she is my

not favour her children at all, he would not care about them, and he would not feel

when he was confronted with her question, and even though he did not explicitly

and

“Yes.”

in person. Despite tears welling up in her

after looking