I’m Sorry But I Love You

Under the dimmed light on the nightstand, she stared at the man next to her coldly.

She used to imagine such a scene countless times.

But her imagination had never ctrue. He always went to her and left in a hurry.

Right now, he was lying next to her with his arms around her. Their gestures made them look like a common couple.

However, there was a magnificent gap that couldn’t be overcbetween them already.

Her parents had passed away, which was what Anderson owed her.

At the thought of the running blood of her father and the despairing letters from her mother, she had hatred for the man lying beside her and wished that she could strangle him to death right now.

But, she couldn't.

She still had two children to take care of.

In the silent night, Catherine was tortured by pain and guilt. Tears ran along her face, sinking into the pillows.

Nobody but she herself knew it.

In the early morning, the sky slowly brightened.

Anderson opened his eyes all of a sudden. Subconsciously, he looked at his side. Seeing that the woman with a pale and peaceful face was still sleeping, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. Raising his hand, he wiped off the sweat on his forehead.

Last night, he didn’t sleep quite soundly. In his dreams, Catherine hysterically oared at him, asking him to get out. Like a lunatic, she wanted to leave him. She repeated that he would regret it. Finally, she decisively rushed into the busy traffic.

Subconsciously, he reached out to grab her, but he was too late...

As soon as she felt the movements next to her, Catherine immediately opened her eyes.

When seeing Anderson's face, she dodged backward.

Seeing her dodge, Anderson had a cold look on his face. “You were not like this when you pesteredto sleep with you before.” Wrapping the quilt tightly, Catherine said in an aloof tone, “As you said, it was before.” Anderson looked more annoyed. Recalling the dream he had last night, he tried his best to suppress the rage in his heart. “Get up and tidy yourself up. Let's go to the hospital.” “What's wrong?” Catherine was wondering if Sophia and Lincoln were sick.

“Grandpa is in hospital. He said he wants to see you.” Catherine didn’t want to get involved with anyone with the Clark family. However, when she was still married to Anderson, Bentley was the one from the Clark family who treated her the best.

Now he was in the hospital, she was the junior, so she should visit him.

After breakfast, Catherine followed Anderson to the hospital.

She had just met him at the birthday banquet of the children’s. It had only been a few days, but Bentley looked so aged. “Grandpa, how are you feeling today?” Anderson walked to him and asked in a low voice.

Bentley didn’t look happy when seeing him. “Go out. | want to talk with Catherine alone.” Anderson didn’t expect that Bentley wanted to send him out. He frowned. “What do you want to talk to her?” “None of your business. Go out,” Bentley answered with a cold look.

Before Anderson go out of the ward, he cast a warning glance at Catherine when passing her by.

Catherine looked confused. “Mr. Clark, what can | do for you?” Bentley didn’t speak for a moment. Looking at her deeply with his aged eyes, he heaved a sigh after a long while. “Don’t you even want to callGrandpa after divorcing Andy?” Catherine kept silent. Bentley didn’t force her. He sighed again and said, “Our Clark family has wronged you.” Upon hearing it, Catherine couldn’t help but redden her eyes. She loved Anderson truly and loyally, but she ended up in this way. Nobody had apologized to her.

She could barely hold back her tears. With a sob, she said, “Even with your words, | would never forgive him.” Bentley nodded. “I'm too old. | can’t get involved in your juniors’ businesses. But, | want you to be considerate of your children. In your current relationship with Andy, your children wouldn't be happy.

“As their mother, | don’t think you want them to have such childhood.” Clenching her fists, Catherine couldn't speak.

“Catherine, with your current financial status and health, you can’t take good care of two children. As for Anderson, I'll ask him to get married as soon as possible and find the children a responsible stepmother.

‘The children are still young. After living in a complete family for a few years, they would forget all the unhappy memories. Catherine, for the children’s sake, please don’t bother them any longer.” How ruthless his words were! Lincoln had been suffering Hypermnesia, so he wouldn't forget about her. Even if he didn’t have such a disease, would it be the best choice to let her children forget her ... their mother? Of course, she didn’t want her children to have such a childhood, but was it all her fault? What right did those people have to blher and sacrifice her? Suppressing all her pain in the heart, Catherine refused affirmatively, “I'm sorry but | can’t agree.

“My children are happy with me. Mr. Clark, it is your Clark family who has disturbed our lives.” Catherine's tone was not friendly. “According to your logic, I'll get married and find a good step-father for my children. For my children’s happy childhood, please don’t ever disturb our lives.” Catherine retorted him with what he had just said to her.

Then she turned around and walked out of the ward.

Seeing her cout, Anderson looked at her subconsciously.

Noticing her cold look, he frowned and asked, “What happened?” Catherine ignored him. She directly bypassed him and strode away.

All the people from the Clark family were superior. Sitting in the car back home, Catherine realized that she might not be able to get rid of the Clark family all her life. She couldn't get rid of the shameless Anderson Clark, who was like her worse nightmare.

She was living in this world as living in a nightmare that she could never wake up from.

That was her life.

She could never struggle to free...

“Miss, we've arrived at the destination.” Catherine was brought back to reality by the driver. After paying the fare, she got off and went back home.

As soon as she reached her door, she saw Owen standing there.

“Owen? Why are you here?” Catherine's voice was quite weak. Reaching out, she opened the door.

Owen followed her. Seeing the ambiguous marks on her neck, his gentle eyes beccold gradually. Touching her neck with his fingers, he asked, “Who has done it? Ethan James?” Catherine realized what Owen was referring two. Taking half a step back, she covered the marks. “No, it's not him.” Owen took a step forward. “Not Ethan James. Then, Anderson Clark?” “Owen, I'm a grownup now. I'm all right. Please don’t mind my business.” Catherine's low voice was full of pleading.

Owen felt a pang in his heart. Holding her in his arms, he comforted her in a gentle tone, “Okay. | won't ask you.

It's alright. I'll always be with you.” The tears that she had been holding back since yesterday until now completely collapsed as soon as she heard his words.

She wept in Owen's arms, choking between sobs.

“Owen, | hate him! | hate him!” she let out painful cries.

“Sometimes... Last night, | thought it would be so good if | could kill him and end all these things. But | couldn't. | still have Sophia and Lincoln.

“What should | do?” She could only show her weakness and helplessness in front of Owen.

Owen patted her gently on her back. “Everything will be all right.” “No, it won't. He has pestered me,” Catherine said in despair.