What Frances was thinking was obvious enough for him.

Given that he had nothing to talk with Clara, he decided to leave and head back home.

As he pulled away the car, Marshall could see from the rearview mirror that Frances was talking to her phone, stamping his feet and showing an exasperated expression on her face towards him.

Marshall took a sigh of relieve, and relaxed the muscles on his face.

Going back to his house, he saw that his grandma was sitting on the sofa and talking with Lydia.

A little surprised to see Lydia here, Marshall greeted her in a respectful tone.

Lydia laughed, "You're back, Marshall! It's quite late now, what has gotten in your way?"

Marshall answered, "Nothing, I have just spent some time meeting my mom."

Hearing that, Old Mrs. Grant sighed, "Is she doing fine recently?"

Marshall answered with a second of pause, "Maybe. She seems doing fine, actually."

Despite the awkward look on her face when she mentioned Clara, she seemed to be getting used to her new life now.

Marshall turned into the kitchen and asked the servant to cook him a bowl of noodles for dinner.

As those cooking utensils clattered in the kitchen, Marshall sat down and joined the talk with the two ladies.

Old Mrs. Grant asked Marshall whether he was going on a business trip for the next few days. Then, she mentioned that she saw Khalid had already packed his things in preparation for the trip, which made her wonder why, since it was the first time she had ever seen Khalid being so pro-active in preparing for a single business trip.

"It is," she said, "as if he couldn't wait to go."

both Marshall and Lydia laughed, but only Marshall knew Old Mrs. Grant was not exaggerating.

Indeed, Khalid was yearning to set off for the business trip as soon as he could, since he was just desperately in need of some space to run away from everything and clean up his mind.

found, Frances had recently been phoning and

woman, and thus was candid about her

that his father was currently not in the mood

 Khalid was neither resolute enough to repulse the return of his

a dilemma, he was struggling in a mess, and thus longed for some space to cool

a big customer this time. I

thought, he somehow began to admire

the initiative in a relationship, which was exactly what Frances was sparing no effort

to her son Lucas. She said she had no

 Marshall, and he seldom went anywhere

any idea where his son got acquainted with the

asked Lydia whether she had introduced any girl to Lucas, and said possibly the girl

and expresses disappointment after he comes back. If what you said was true, mom, he would have told me the name of the girl already. I suspect that the girl is from a, you know, disadvantaged background. That may explain why he insists to

her words did make sense. Heaving a sigh, she said, "You child has grown up, and is able to take care of themselves already.

that Old Mrs. Grant was

all because the whole family pushed him so hard that Marshall was irritated and decided to

to blame anyone for his failed marriage, there

a symbolic

words didn't remind him much about her mother, but did get him thinking about

 crazy, and meanwhile, he was also wondering whether his words had gotten deep into

be sincere in front of Katherine, and to express his faithful willingness to be with her again. Even before Katherine came back home, he was still scratching his head and

sweet word in his head uncontrollably turned out to be warning

he didn't know whether he had

 Old Mrs. Grant failed to draw any conclusion, Lydia then turned to Marshall, "What do you

thought. In his impression, they didn't actually hang out with each other much in their daily

have several times talked about a

 was just trying to discomfort him by

an objective perspective, he had to admit that Katherine was indeed the sort of girl whom Lucas would be

never heard of that. He's a man of few words, and won't talk with

Maybe I should try to ask him more about that, otherwise he would

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