I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 13

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.”

“Who are you to call me whom is younger than you an old woman when you’re the one who’s thirty this year?” Catherine sneered at him.

Anderson was rendered speechless by her remark, so in the end, he just dragged her by her arm while walking towards his car.

“What do you want?” Catherine shrieked in fear as she tried to resist and back away from him.

Anderson furrowed his brows after seeing her struggling to free herself, and he decidedly carried her and threw her into the car for fear of security guards showing up anytime soon. When he got into the car, he promptly ordered the driver to head to the hospital, “Go to where Antonio is.”

“Let go of me!” Catherine yelled anxiously, and just when she was about to open the door, Anderson held her hand down then and there and pressed her beneath his body as he questioned her with glaring eyes, “Do you want to die, Catherine?”

Catherine stayed silent and struggled with all her might to try to break free from his restraint, but he proceeded to clasp her hands tightly while staring at her whom was still struggling underneath him with his dark eyes and yelled, “You are not qualified to be their mother!”

She was not qualified to be their mother?

Catherine was 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 not worthy?”

Everyone in this world could point their fingers at her and criticized her for being unfit to be the kids’ mother, except for him. He was the only one whom did not have the right to judge her.

“How have you been looking after Sophia? Why didn’t you inform me that she has congenital heart disease?” Anderson 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. Do you even keep the kids close at heart?”

“What did you say just now?” Catherine had filtered out the latter part of his sentence as she asked anxiously, “Did her condition turn worse?”

The nightmare that she 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 to Sophia, and that thought had instantly torn Catherine’s heart out…

“Anderson! Say something!” Catherine raised her voice and repeated, “Is Sophia’s condition acting up again?”

Madness could be seen manifested in 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.