You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 293

Clarissa did not expect that Catherine would bring up the matter.

She parted her lips in an effort to answer but was stopped by Catherine.

“Of course, I don’t have too many days left to live. In the future, if you’re still determined to be with each other with no regrets, then take my advice—don’t be too naive like you used to. You have to look out for yourself, especially now that you have a child; you should strive for him. It’s fine to listen to the man’s promise, but you should always beware of that family and never back down. Don’t give them the impression that you’re an easy target just because you have a humble beginning. I want you to hold your head high and remember that you’re no less than anyone.”

Clarissa knew Catherine’s intention well, and tears welled up in her eyes. “Grandma—”

“Don’t cry. There’s nothing to cry about. You didn’t even shed a tear when you suffered such mortification back then, so why cry over such insignificant matter now? Your tears shouldn’t be rolling down for me; it’s meant for moments when you’re hurt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Grandma. I know. I know you’re doing all of this for me. I’m such a disappointment; I’m good for nothing…”

Clarissa couldn’t hold it any longer, and tears trickled down her face. Her eyes were reddened, and she regretted shattering Catherine’s heart with her resort of being with that man and causing Catherine to be mortified together with her.

In contrast, Catherine wasn’t as worked up as her granddaughter was, probably because she had made peace with it.

Instead, she laughed lightly and stroke Clarissa’s hair as she replied softly, “Stop beating yourself up. Now that I think about it, everything in our life is destined, and all that you’ve gone through are ordeals. Your remaining journey will be better as you lived through them. Besides, you’re not to be blamed for it. We’re but an ordinary family, but as long as we have a clear conscience, we won’t have to face death with fear and uncertainty. Conversely, for those prominent and well-off families that have committed nasty doings, they’ll also face the same death and God’s judgment as we do. Every one of us will get a square deal before God. Clare, as long as you and Damian are living a contented life, I’d be glad.”

One tended to believe more in destiny as one got older; the same could be said for Catherine.

She was not afraid of death. For her, it was a natural thing to happen when the time came. Hence, she was able to come to terms with everything that happened, which was why she didn’t mind too much by then.

“Alright, no more crying.”

Catherine comforted Clarissa. “Now, tell me something interesting about Damian. I’m interested in listening to stories about him now. It’s such a downer to see you cry.”

Her teasing tone somewhat relinquished the burden within Clarissa.

It was then that she started storying Catherine about Damian’s life in D City. Catherine wouldn’t stop smiling radiantly and complimenting how adorable and bright Damian was as she listened to her.

That night, Catherine went to bed earlier than usual, whereas Damian was particularly energetic after taking a nap in the afternoon.

Clarissa passed him the tablet to video call with Matthew, giving him the opportunity to showcase his chatterbox skills.

As with Clarissa, she sat at the side, reading the drafts of several authors with whom the studio would contract and occasionally joined in their conversations.

However, even when she was just listening from the side, she was very amused as Damian never ran out of topic to talk about. Children’s minds were full of imaginative and wild ideas, and what astonished Clarissa the most was that Matthew was able to play along with Damian’s fanciful ideas, and he could really answer him brilliantly.

That was where Matthew’s strengths lay.

Compared to him, Clarissa didn’t seem clever enough. Back then, Damian’s inane questions which startled her made her shudder to think what kind of wilder and even more bizarre questions were ahead of her. But right in that instance, she realized the importance to have an intelligent parent at home.

After putting Damian to sleep, at last, Clarissa spoke to Matthew, “It’s getting harder and harder to coax him now. I’ll be swamped with questions when he refuses to sleep. I’ll leave this task of putting him to sleep to you next time!”

“Sure, you’ll coax our daughter to sleep while I’ll take care of our son.”

Clarissa responded with a chuckle. “A daughter? You wish! And what if we have another son?”

“It must be a daughter.”

Matthew disregarded the other possibility altogether.

“But what if? What if it’s a son? Are you going to abandon him?”

“No. It’ll be a daughter just as I said.”

The conclusion was Matthew would not accept the possibility of having another son at all.

Clarissa could foresee how concerned and perturbed she would be if their second child was indeed a son.

No, that’s not how it should be. I must start praying and hypnotizing myself from now on that if I get pregnant this time, it would surely be a daughter.

It has to be a daughter!

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During her stay in W City, Clarissa did nothing but laze at home. On the weekend, she brought Catherine, Jenny, and Damian out for dinner and shopping.

Even though it was winter, the streets were still crowded with people on a weekend evening.