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?”