I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 47

The dews seemed to be seeping into her skin.

It felt cold and wet, and felt very uncomfortable.

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In Ziting Villa…

Anderson sat in the living room and glanced at the book in his hand.

Only Arthur, who had been standing by his side, knew that Anderson was also reading this page ten minutes ago.

Anderson put down the book and looked at Arthur, “Is there any news from there?”

He was asking about the matters in the cemetery. Arthur replied expertly, “Nope. But Hudson texted me just now and said that he felt afraid to stay in the cemetery.”

Anderson furrowed his brows, “What about she?”

Studying Anderson’s expressions, Arthur replied gingerly, “According to the information sent by Hudson, Miss Johnson has no reaction. She just kneels in front of Miss Isabella’s tomb and doesn’t move a bit.”

Anderson’s brows were knitted even more tightly.

When seeing his expression, Arthur plucked up his courage and said, “Shall we ask Miss Johnson to come back? Cemetery is actually horrific. Even Hudson can’t withstand it, not to mention Miss Johnson. She’s just a woman.”

Anderson shot a glance at Arthur, “She even dared to kill people. Will she be afraid of the unreal ghosts.”

Arthur immediately shut up and sighed inwardly, “Mr. Clark was really cold-hearted.”

Catherine kneeled in front of Isabella’s tomb and many past events flashed across his mind. Her story with Isabella was like the story ‘The Snake and the Farmer’.

She saved Isabella, yet Isabella requited her kindness with enmity and sabotaged her relationship and her marriage.

In the end, Isabella died unexpectedly, but she became the scapegoat.

Catherine sneered.

Hudson, who was standing aside, was startled by her sneered. He then asked in a trembling voice, “Miss Johnson, aren’t you afraid?”

Catherine asked, “What should be afraid of? Can she crawl out of her tomb?”

“Please… stop this topic please!”

After hearing her words, Hudson felt that everything around were so weird and the vague things all looked like ghosts.

Catherine was amused by his reaction, “How were you selected by Anderson to be his security guard?”

Catherine chuckled, “Human beings are more scaring than ghosts.”

She stretched her soring legs and said to Hudson who was standing by her side, “If you’re afraid, you can sit there and play a game. I promise that you’ll be so angered by your teammates that you’ll not be scared by then. Rest assured. I won’t run away. After all, even if I manage to run away this time, Anderson would not let me go easily.”

Hudson gazed at Catherine’s side face in the beam of the moonlight and thought to himself, “This woman is not that villain as Mr. Clark has described.”

Having kneeling down on the ground for a whole night, Catherine felt her legs numb as if they were not her legs and almost fell down the moment she stood to her feet.

Luckily, Hudson assisted her.

“Miss Johnson, your legs seem to be bleeding.” Hudson noticed that Catherine’s pants were soaked in blood and reminded her.

Catherine shifted her gaze to her knees and nodded, “Not a big deal.”

Hudson respected her inwardly when seeing her composed look.

She hobbled down the mountain. Hudson glanced at Catherine with concern, “Let me send you back.”

Catherine waved her hand weakly, “No need. Come back and report to Anderson. I’ll hail a taxi.”

After Hudson’s departure, Catherine opened an App. As it was early in the morning, there were a few cars available, not to mention her starting place was in a cemetery.

Catherine sat by the roadside and waited for a long while before managing to hail a taxi.

When she came back home, she felt cold and painful. She wanted to take a hot bath. But when she took off her clothes, she found that her cloth was soaked in blood had been stuck to her flesh.

Catherine found a pair of scissors and separated her cloth from her flesh bit by bit. When all these were done, she was already drenched in sweats as it was very painful.

…

As Anderson was just about to go out for work, Joshua stopped his eye-catching red sports car at the entrance of Ziting Villa.

Joshua had always been a heady person. When he saw Anderson’s car, he hastily stretched his arms to stop him.

Anderson got off the car and gazed at him with his brows knitted, “What are you doing?”

Joshua said with a serious face, “Andy, have you investigated into what had happened to Catherine in the prison?”

Anderson shook his head, “Nope.”

“I heard from someone last night that Catherine suffered a lot in the prison.” Joshua’s face turned pale when he recalled what he had heard last night.

Anderson chuckled, “Isn’t suffering a lot in the prison a normal thing? Can she live happily in the prison like she’s still the daughter of the Johnson family?”

Joshua was anxious and was about to explain to him, but Hudson drove towards them.

Anderson watched Hudson getting off the car, and then threw a glance at the place behind him.

Having not found Catherine, he asked with his brows furrowed, “Where’s Catherine?”

“Miss Johnson comes back to her home. Her knees were hurt after kneeling down for a long time and were bleeding seriously. Her face was also so pale. I feel that she will probably get ill, the wind in the cemetery last night was so cold after all.” Hudson reported the situation to him nonstop.

Joshua found out that there was something wrong, “Andy, what have you done to Catherine?”

Gazing at the anxious Joshua, Anderson knitted his brows, “When do you become so concerned about her?”

“Dame it.” Joshua cursed and said angrily, “I’m afraid that you’ll regret about what you’ve done in the future. I heard about what happened to Catherine in the prison last night. She was very miserable.”

“What did they say?”

“Last night I went to a bar and encountered a woman. When she was gossiping, she mentioned about this. The more I heard…”

Seeing that he was about to start the story from the very beginning, Anderson frowned, “Get to the point.”

“Someone with bad intentions bullied Catherine in the prison and the unborn children in her belly almost died under their scheme. She was hit and bled for several times and in the end the two children were given birth prematurely. The doctor who delivered the children was bribed by someone and almost killed Catherine and the two children.”

Anderson’s face became gloomier and gloomier and killing intentions aggregated in his eyes, “Who did it?”

Joshua shook his head, “I’m not clear it of it either. It was just that woman’s gossip, but the more I heard of it, the more I felt that the person she was mentioning about was Catherine. I beat around the bush and asked many questions. Moreover, several days ago, a piece of news went virus on the Internet, saying that Catherine is taking drugs. I guess it was someone with bad intentions deliberately injected the drugs into her body.”

She was injected with drugs?

Anderson felt a sharp pain when recalling what he had said to her in the living room back then and uttered with struggling, “Is that true?”

Joshua shook his head, “I haven’t investigated into it yet. I’ll tell you if there’s any information about this. But I believe that Catherine would not take drugs, she detests that thing the most after all.”

Joshua didn’t believe that Catherine was that kind of people.

What about himself?

He rebuked her that she was not qualified to be the children’s mother and took Sophia away from her.

The scene that Catherine kneeling down on the ground and fixing her eyes on the photos with a sorrowful look filled Anderson’s mind. He came upstairs with a detest look, and she then committed suicide downstairs.

Lincoln reprimanded him that it was all because of him.

Anderson finally realized that what Joshua said might be true.

It was like his heart was stabbed. Anderson closed his eyes in dismay, “What else has they done to her?”

Joshua stole a glance at his painful expressions and a gush of complicated feelings crept on his heart, “I’m no clear of other matters. But I guess what they have done is more than we’ve known. Andy, you’d better investigate into this. We’re childhood sweethearts after all and I don’t want to see Catherine being hounded to death by others one day.”

Being hounded to death!

Who would force her to death?

Oh, it was him who forced her to commit suicide last time. Anderson closed his eyes and recalled the bloody scene.

But he never intended to force her to die!