You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

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.

topic to talk about. Children’s minds were full of imaginative and wild ideas,

was where Matthew’s

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

at last, Clarissa spoke to Matthew, “It’s getting harder and harder to coax him now. I’ll be swamped

sleep while I’ll take care

chuckle. “A daughter? You wish! And what if

be a

disregarded the other

what if? What if it’s a son? Are you going to

daughter just as I

accept the possibility of

and perturbed she would

should be. I must start praying and hypnotizing myself from now on that if I get

to be

…

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

it was winter, the streets were still crowded with people on

the shopping mall to shop for clothes. She bought some

to them. For this reason, Clarissa was very grateful to her. Apart from paying her salary, Clarissa would send her gifts occasionally. Even when Jenny’s daughter got into university, she sent her a cash

“Clary, I’m so blessed to have been selected by you to take care of Mrs. Quigley. For so many years now, my friends who have been working together as housekeepers with me are all envious of my fluke to have found a good employer, and you and Mrs. Quigley are both so

was impoverished, so she normally bought her clothes from the

them. Nevertheless, she followed them around secretly and watched how

it if you like it!” Mimi raised her head, shifted her gaze from her phone, and gave her mother a look as she said that. Nevertheless, she wasn’t really paying

have no money! Look over there. That damned girl Clarissa

then did Mimi notice Clarissa. She seemed to be talking to the caregiver, Jenny. In that instant, Catherine sat down with Damian in a corner, and they were blocked from Mimi

Nevertheless, it was her haughtiness three years ago that had caused Clarissa to miss her chance of getting married to a wealthy man. After three years, they met again before that,

matter how foolish Mimi was, she wouldn’t ask for trouble time

Clarissa. Even though she didn’t get married to that wealthy

for this point alone, Mimi had no

just forget it if we can’t afford it. I don’t have money anyway. Come on,

with her, but Gloria seemed reluctant. With her exceedingly limited patience, Mimi ignored Gloria and

few more outfits, Gloria grew