Escape With The Ball

Leave, come back

Kathryn's mind was a mess, and half a dozen times, she dragged her battered body back home.

As soon as she pushed open the door, her mother, Marina, rushed to greet her, more joy in her eyes than worry.

Marcus, Catherine's father, was pleased at first, but a twinge of guilt and pain welled up in his heart as he looked at Catherine's pale face.

"Catherine, did Mark tell you when he's getting married?"

Catherine blanched at the question, and thinking of Mark's attitude, she didn't know how to answer her father's question. Exactly, she didn't dare.

She was afraid that if she said it, she would disappoint her mom and dad.

Seeing that Catherine wouldn't say anything, Marina hurriedly told her to go and rest and exchanged glances with Marcus; it was more than likely a done deal, and marriage was a matter of time.

A week later.

Mark hadn't contacted Catherine all week; in fact, Catherine already knew the outcome; Mark wouldn't marry her.

Marcus, however, was undeterred. "This kind of thing is not good for the woman to take too much initiative. Let's wait and see first. If you get pregnant, the Anthony family will take the initiative to come to the door."

But who knew that the wait would be another month.

Mark still hadn't contacted Catherine this month, and even the Anthony family hadn't moved much.

Kathryn and Mark had been good friends and close since childhood, but suddenly, they were out of touch. It was as if they had become strangers.

Maybe it's because she "volunteered" to climb into her bed the other night, and Mark despises her.

It was good to break it off like that, and she didn't want to continue to live with that kind of mission on her back without any self-respect.

But God forbid, Catherine gradually felt her body becoming more and more abnormal, not to mention her poor appetite; there was always a feeling of wanting to vomit but not being able to do so.

A few days in a row, a horrible idea popped into her head, sneaking a pregnancy test from the drugstore, and with trepidation, the shock of the two carries was immeasurable when she opened her eyes again after what was for her a long wait.

Catherine stared at the two bars in disbelief; if she told Mom and Dad now, Mom and Dad would go to Mark and have the two of them married in marriage.

She didn't want that.

So, Catherine bought her ticket out of the country the next day, checked in to study abroad, and set off for England. Still, she didn't tell anyone about her pregnancy.

Four years later ......

"Mommy, Mommy, come and see. My husband is on the hot search again, and the black earrings are so handsome!"

Kathryn was in the middle of a drawing in her study when a sweet, soft voice suddenly rang out grandmotherly, interrupting her thoughts.

Catherine was so helpless that she had to put down her pen and get up to leave the study to see, in the living room, a little powdered toddler in a light pink princess dress sitting on the sofa, her two little porcelain white legs swaying and wobbling.

The little guy's hand was holding a tablet computer, his obsidian bright big eyes staring straight at the computer screen, a dandy smile hanging on his cute and delicate little face.

"Boing Boing ...... How can my husband be so handsome?"

Catherine: "......"

"Vivian, you're four years old, four years old! Is it possible to think a little too much?"

"Haven't you always been a career fan? When did you become a girlfriend fan?"

The little toddler raised his chin slightly, looked at Catherine proudly, and spoke milky.

"Just now, ah, because my husband is wearing earrings, which is too charming! The deer in my heart couldn't help but bump around!"

Catherine: "......"

Ring......

A cell phone rang from the den.

Kathryn smiled and said, "You keep fawnin'; Mommy will answer the phone first."

After saying that, she glanced at her baby girl again before Catherine turned and entered the study.

Catherine paused momentarily when she saw the word "Dad" on the phone screen. She rushed out to tell Vivian to keep quiet before returning to the study and picking up the phone.

"Hey ......"

On the phone segment, Marcus sighed several times before speaking.

"Catherine, Dad knows that you suffered a lot four years ago, but the company just can't hold on any longer; even the building materials trade with the Anthony Group that has been going on for a long time, the Harlan Group has also inserted afoot to give it away, and I'm really worried that Mark will end his cooperation with the Marcus family."

"Then, the company ceases to exist this way, and our Marcus family is finished."

"Catherine, do you need Mom and Dad to get on their knees and beg you to return?"

Facing Qiao Mo Ran Nan's helpless supplication, Catherine bit her lower lip tightly and said, after silence.

"Okay, Dad, I'll go back tomorrow." The next day.

After a long flight, the airplane landed at A City International Airport.

Katherine and Vivian, one large and one small, held hands as they headed for the airport exit. They were dressed in their parent-child outfits: a powder blue polka dot dress and cool black ultras.

Catherine was born beautiful, with a delicate face; standing in the crowd was a bright scenery line. Vivian completely inherited her parents' high face value. However, at only three years old, she had already developed into a little goddess.

The two walked through the crowd, drawing many stares even though their faces were blocked by sunglasses.

"What a cute little toddler, trying to trick me into having a baby again."

"The good looks are all theirs; what are you getting excited about?"

"Little sister, uncle can wait for you for another ten years!"

......

Vivian couldn't help but smile when she heard those people's comments, revealing a smattering of small white teeth.

"Mommy, I have fans too, yo; I'm so inviting; my lovebirds will love me when they see me."

"Yeah, lovebirds, hurry up; we have to find a place to stay first."

Catherine looked down at the quirky little cutie beside her and smiled.

She didn't want to bring Vivian back home; she didn't want Mark to know about her existence, and naturally, she didn't want her parents to know about her existence.

She could imagine the uproar if her parents discovered Vivian was Mark's daughter and maybe even went to Mark.

But she would never allow anyone to "use" her Vivian.

"Mommy, look, that uncle looks like me."

Grandma Vivian's voice suddenly sounded again, with a hint of awe.