I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 92

Lincoln didn’t take Anderson as his father, but biologically he was Anderson’s son.

Catherine held him tightly.

But uttered no words.

If Johanna was the one behind the car accident, she must do it because of Anderson.

“Have a sleep.” Catherine put Lincoln to sleep but she, staring at the ceiling, could no longer fall asleep.

She was recalling everything between her and Owen.

…

Catherine was not seriously wounded physically but psychologically.

She stayed in the hospital for half a month and then left the hospital.

When Anderson came to pick up Sophia and Lincoln, Catherine took the medicine in advance to calm herself down.

“They witnessed the car accident, so after you take them home, you should not only keep them safe but also take them to see a psychiatrist.”

It was the first time that she showed so peacefully when Anderson took the kids away, but Anderson surprisingly felt weird.

“Anything else?” Anderson rarely spoke such calmly.

“No.” Catherine bent to say goodbye to her children and then left without any hesitation.

This accident made her realize that she was not able to protect her children.

She was too weak to resist Anderson.

Perhaps, she would never get her kids back.

For the rest of her life.

If her kids really would never live with her for the rest of her life, she had to get used to the life without Sophia and Lincoln as soon as possible.

And Sophia and Lincoln had to get accustomed to the life without her as early as they can.

Anderson staring at Catherine’s back, feeling empty and hollow.

Was she getting farther and farther away from him?

Was it what he wanted?

Anderson had no answer.

…

Catherine came home for first time in half a month. There were many traces left by Owen at home.

There were dinnerware that he bought and the fridge filled with food by him.

His photos.

Catherine scanned them carefully and she didn’t break down probably because of the medicine. She collected all his stuff except for the photo on the bedstand.

He was smiling brightly in the picture.

She didn’t update her comic for half a month, so after finishing tiding the room and pulling herself together, she apologized to her editor Doreen and explained what happened.

Doreen replied immediately, “How do you feel now? Can you work now? If not, I can call in sick for you.”

“I can work.” Catherine took a stroke and tried to draw. The wounds hurt slightly when she moved too much, but she could stand it.

“Okay, the company’s annual party is held tomorrow. Don’t forget to attend it at the Sky Club.” Doreen told her in detail, “I booked you a room at the Sky Club.”

Catherine sat in front of the drawing board for whole day, drawing constantly.

Only in this way could she temporarily forget those sad things.

Meow Comics’ annual party was grand. Perhaps it was because of Ethan, Catherine was arranged to sit in the front row where she watched those familiar celebrities speaking on the stage.

All pretty beauties.

“Meow Comics is surprisingly rich!” The girl seated next to Catherine exclaimed, “How can it be such awesome in its first year of establishment?”