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.”

an old woman when

end, he just dragged her by her

you want?” Catherine shrieked in fear as she tried to resist

security guards showing up anytime soon. When he got into the car, he promptly ordered the driver to head to the

go of me!” Catherine yelled anxiously, and just when she was about to open the door, Anderson held her hand down then and

hands tightly while staring at her whom was still struggling underneath

not qualified

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

their fingers at her and criticized her for being unfit to be the

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

filtered out the latter part of his sentence

earlier suddenly struck her upon hearing his words as it turned out that she would not have that bad dream for

Catherine raised her voice and repeated, “Is Sophia’s

a while ago that she was still talking back to him, and

It’s just that she refuses to take her meal, so she has passed out due to hunger. She has just woken up a while ago,

herself as utter disbelief had written all over her

out from hunger in the

truth, and she said with a catch in her voice while pushing and shoving him, “Why didn’t you call me when she

If I’m not fit to be her mother, do

Anderson uttered briskly. He had never taken Sophia’s matter to heart

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

would not care about them, and he would not feel a single hint of remorse even if

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

and uptight

“Yes.”

welling up in her eyes and her lips quivering uncontrollably, Catherine had bitten down on her lips and held back her tears, refusing to break down in front of him in an

inexplicable excitement after looking