CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 271

Marshall didn’t have to ask further to get a general idea of what had happened. He grabbed his coat and headed out, bumping into his father at the door.

Surprised, Mr. Grant asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

With the Hendersons coming over soon, Marshall was supposed to stay so they could figure out a PR strategy together.

Marshall replied with a sigh, “Mom went to see Katherine today. I think they had a fight, again.”

That made Mr. Grant frown as he muttered, “She’s insane.”

Marshall knew that Khalid meant Mrs. Grant. Pursing his lips, he said, “I’ll go take a look.”

Mr. Grant turned around and followed along. “I’m coming with you.”

Because if Mrs. Grant was really losing it, Marshall might not be able to handle her by himself.

Silently, the father and son went downstairs and got into Marshall’s car. They were stopped by a red light twice on the way, and by the time they reached Katherine’s residential, the battle had long been over.

Running towards the house, Marshall and Mr. Grant went through the open door to the living room and saw Mrs. Grant sitting on the floor, hair disheveled. Meanwhile, Katherine was sitting with her legs crossed on the sofa and watching TV.

Mrs. Grant, initially quiet, broke into tears the instant she saw them walk in. Voice hoarse and energy spent, Mrs. Grant got up slowly as she asked, “Where have you been? She almost beat me to death.”

Katherine turned slowly to gaze at Mrs. Grant, the look on her face severe and almost to the point of frightening.

That searing glare would terrify Mrs. Grant were she to be left alone with Katherine. But with what Mrs. Grant assumed to be her backups present, she boldly stared back with her chin up.

Mr. Grant knew perfectly well what his wife was like. Sighing, he turned his gaze to Katherine, who looked somewhat unkempt as well, her hair messy around her face in loose strands.

Keeping a fairly gentle tone, Mr. Grant asked, “Kathy, what happened?”

Katherine spoke coldly without looking at him. “What happened? You should ask her.”

Mrs. Grant was wailing as she clutched tightly on Mr. Grant’s shirt. The whole scene was giving Mr. Grant a bad headache, as well as major flashbacks to their previous big fight.

Observing Mrs. Grant, Marshall asked, “What are you doing here, mom?”

Mrs. Grant stopped at that for a second before she decided to resume weeping.

Closing his eyes, Mr. Grant enunciated, “Why are you doing this? What good is crying?”

His volume was low, but he sounded annoyed.

Mrs. Grant knew that Mr. Grant was still somewhat angry about what had happened, so she gradually stopped crying after blinking a couple of times.

“Why are you here?” repeated Marshall.

“I was worried all these chatters online would hurt you too much, so I came over to ask her for an official statement that’d clear up the whole thing,” explained Mrs. Grant as she sobbed.

Katherine turned her back against them without a word.

Marshall knew Katherine well enough to understand that although she wasn’t one for humility, Katherine was smart enough to avoid situations where she couldn’t claim the moral high ground. So, looking at Mrs. Grant, Marshall asked, “Who got physical first?”

And Mrs. Grant was instantly silent – thus giving a most clear answer to the question.

Mr. Grant swung his arm to shake off Mrs. Grant’s hand still on his shirt.

“Is the current situation not big enough of a mess for you, hmm?” demanded Mr. Grant, raising his voice significantly.

“Now,” Katherine huffed, “y’all better come up with a plan at this very moment, because this one here had just called the police, and when the police come and things get out of control, well, I wonder what the media will have to say then.”

Shocked, Mr. Grant and Marshall turned towards Mrs. Grant simultaneously. “You called the police?”

“Yea…yes,” stuttered the older lady.

In fact, she genuinely regretted calling the police, which she had done out of a blind rage after getting beaten up by Katherine. After she finished the call, she realized that she’d done something wrong upon reflection, but she didn’t want to humiliate herself in front of Katherine by making a second call to the police to revoke the first one.

“Have you even an ounce of brain?” asked Mr. Grant with gritted teeth.

Katherine stared at the TV with a contemptuous smile on her face.

Mrs. Grant was brainlessly stupid because all those years of privilege and luxury at the Grant household had made her so. Mr. Grant had treated her excessively well, and her respectable position as the wife of the eldest son had kept her sisters-in-law always deferential and docile. Grandma Grant, Mrs. Grant’s easy-going mother-in-law, had also tolerated her ways for too long. With nobody to challenge her and nothing to upset her, Mrs. Grant naturally had no use for such a thing as brains and didn’t feel the need to keep them. Accordingly, everyone in the Grant family was somewhat responsible for the consequences of Mrs. Grant’s stupidity.

Marshall exhaled when he turned to Katherine. “Why didn’t you stop her?”

Katherine was almost amused by the question. “Could I have stopped her, do you think? She’s your mother. You know how reckless she can be. If I’d tried to stop her, she would probably have summoned here not only the police but every single resident in this neighborhood.”

Which was true, honestly.

Marshall curled his fingers into a fist and knocked on his forehead.

Increasingly scared, Mrs. Grant watched her husband closely and asked weakly, “Khalid, are we in trouble?”

Mr. Grant felt so angry he could almost laugh. “What do you think?”

Biting her lips, Mrs. Grant remained quiet.

“You’d better leave right now,” spoke Katherine, “if you run into the police here, everyone else is definitely going to hear about it. If you are gone, I can simply tell the police that I have no idea what happened. And if they call you, you can make explanations either over the phone or back at the family residence – better than being caught here either way.”

“She’s right,” said Mr. Grant after a pause, “let’s get going.”

“Okay, let’s go!” echoed Mrs. Grant despite the fact that it was Katherine’s idea, “if the police arrive to find an empty house, they’ll just let go of the whole thing.”

Marshall glanced at Katherine as he asked, “Are you alright? Were you hurt?”

That displeased Mrs. Grant, since she had been the one to lose the fight and was looking like much more of a mess than Katherine, but Marshall had made zero inquiry about her ever since he came through the door.

“Careful about what you do, Marshall,” remarked Mrs. Grant, “you two are divorced after all.”

Mr. Grant frowned deeply, unhappy with the woman Mrs. Grant had become. “Shut the hell up, Frances, will you? You’re one to talk after getting all of us into so much trouble.”

And shut up instantly and completely, Mrs. Grant did.

Katherine’s face was completely expressionless. Without answering Marshall’s question, she said simply, “You should go. Any further delays and you might bump into the police.”

Mrs. Grant immediately started pulling her husband outside as she muttered, “Let’s go let’s go let’s go!”

Marshall, however, stayed where he was, facing Katherine.

Katherine sneered. “What? You’re pissed that I beat your mom again? Guess what, if you don’t like it, bite me.”

Sighing, Marshall leaned in to brush lightly on Katherine’s hair. “You can just shut her out if she shows up again.”

Taking a step back, Katherine drew away from Marshall, still stone-faced.

Marshall slowly dropped his hand. “I’m heading back then.”

“Get out,” retorted Katherine, who looked a little exasperated.

Marshall turned around to head out, where Mr. and Mrs. Grant had already gotten into the car.

Through the front window of the vehicle, Marshall took one last look into the house at Katherine, who, standing sideways, was combing her fingers through the hair.

“Let’s get going!” demanded Mrs. Marshall as she patted on Marshall’s seat, “the police will be here soon.”

Marshall looked away and started the car. No sooner had they pulled away than a police car arrived.