Pregnant & Ghosted The CEO Begged Me Back

Chapter 42: Catherine Pays Another Visit

Receiving instructions from her father-in-law, Catherine suddenly saw things clearly. So that night, she stayed up late working out a detailed battle plan.

The next day, she arrived at Willow's home on time.

So when Willow, rubbing her still-sleepy eyes, opened the door, what she saw was her ex-mother-in-law's tear-stained face.

Seriously? This early? Really?

Catherine adhered to the principle of crying, making a scene, and threatening to make a scene. She cried as she entered and threw herself on the sofa, wailing loudly.

She cried until her voice went hoarse before reacting—Willow was sitting in the dining room chair sipping a cup of warm water, nodding off like a chick pecking at food. She fell asleep! Without an audience, how was she supposed to perform?!

"Willow! Aren't you going to ask me why I'm crying?!" Catherine was going to die. All that crying for nothing!

"Are you done crying? Here, Auntie, drink some water." Willow startled awake, familiar with the routine, and handed the warm water to Catherine.

Catherine: This familiar feeling...

"You changed your title pretty quickly." Catherine's expression was somewhat strange as she glanced at Willow.

"Willow, have you gained weight?" Catherine looked at Willow's waist.

"I'm telling you, girls still need to pay attention to figure management. Back in my day—"

"Auntie! Did you come here for something?" Willow grabbed a pillow, cutting Catherine off in time.

Oh right—the important matter! This time she absolutely wouldn't forget. Mission guaranteed!

"Tell me! Why did you divorce?" Catherine crossed her arms and coldly snorted.

Willow scratched her head. So this was a visit to interrogate her.

"We're not a good match, Auntie. Didn't you also think so?" Willow smiled at Catherine.

Auntie, Auntie—one 'Auntie' after another. Listening to them, Catherine's eyes actually turned red. She missed when Willow used to call her 'Mom.' What should she do?

"Not a good match, but you got married anyway." Catherine said with a curl of her lip.

"I gave birth to Adrian so handsome, so tall, so gentle and attentive. What aren't you satisfied with?" Catherine said, giving Willow a sideways glare.

"Yes yes yes, you did a great job giving birth to him. But you can't force love, can you?" Willow said helplessly.

"Force? Who forced? Did you force, or did he force?" Catherine pressed.

Looking at Adrian's dead-faced appearance, he didn't seem like someone who was forced into marriage with Willow. And Willow had been saying she liked Adrian since she was little.

Was there a misunderstanding?

Willow didn't speak.

"You liked him for so many years. Can you just give up just like that?" Catherine asked, unwilling to give up.

The hand holding Willow's cup tightened. She nodded.

Seeing that Willow seemed like someone who couldn't be swayed.

Catherine started looking around the room.

Soon, she found her target and rushed toward the kitchen.

Willow watched her ex-mother-in-law sizing up the surroundings. There was a familiar feeling...

The next second, both of them rushed toward the kitchen cleaver at the same time.

"You'd better get back together with Adrian, or I'll drop dead right here!"

"Wait, Mom! This knife is sharp!" Willow was so anxious she called her 'Mom.'

Catherine paused. Pretty dangerous.

The next second she rushed toward the balcony.

"Don't stop me! I'll jump!"

"No! Auntie, this is the fifth floor. If you jump and don't die properly, it'll be terrible." Willow tried to reason with her.

Catherine shrunk her neck.

"I'll hang myself in your house, watching you by your bedside every day!" Fortunately Catherine had brought her own scarf. She hung it on the ceiling beam, going through the motions.

But Willow's place wasn't like Adrian's villa. It was an ordinary apartment. Even with the scarf hung up, it was questionable whether it could actually kill.

The two of them chased each other around the two-bedroom apartment, running until they were both breathless. They collapsed onto the sofa together.

Catherine caught her breath. Looking at Willow, who had been panting right alongside her, her nose suddenly tingled.

"Little Willow, before I was wrong. I said it wrong. You're a perfect match for Adrian. No one loves him more than you do." Catherine suddenly choked up, grabbing Willow's hands.

Looking at Willow, who was still obediently humoring her antics, Catherine truly regretted it.

Without Willow, who else would accompany her in her mischief like this? Who else could love Adrian so completely?

Willow helplessly smiled, squeezing Catherine's hand to comfort her.

"He'll find someone who likes each other."

"Who says Adrian doesn't like you? I think he likes you very much."

"You only realized after we divorced, didn't you?" Willow asked.

Catherine froze.

"It's probably just his possessiveness acting up. It'll pass after a while." Willow said.

After all, she had personally heard that Adrian married her entirely out of a sense of duty.

"But you should at least give him a chance."

"I've given him many chances." Willow lowered her eyes.

"But..."

Willow suddenly laughed. She thought Sophie was sometimes really like Catherine.

Seeing that Willow wouldn't be easily persuaded, Willow sighed and went into her room.

She took out a report and handed it to Catherine.

"Mom, this is the last time I'll call you that. Let me go, and let Adrian go too."

Catherine took the report and looked carefully. Her hands started trembling.

She looked up at Willow in disbelief.

"I'm not happy. He's not happy either. For him, it's more about duty. But that's not what I want. Why trap us in a vicious cycle? The pain now is only temporary." Willow held Catherine's hand.

"You child..." By this point Catherine was truly crying buckets.

How much pain and pressure did she have to endure to get depression?

Always gentle, always smiling—how could Willow have gotten depression? Such a good child... The child she'd watched grow up.

"You child, why didn't you say something sooner?" Catherine pulled Willow into a hug and, like a mother, gently hit Willow's back.

Willow's nose tingled. Actually, she'd never disliked Catherine. When she was little, it was Catherine who first let her feel what maternal love was—like Catherine crying in her arms right now.

Catherine had always been very good to her. It was just that she couldn't accept suddenly being married to Adrian. She'd had too high expectations for Adrian's future wife.

"It's okay. It'll get better. It's already getting better. Don't worry." Willow comforted Catherine.

Later, Catherine didn't say more. She just left.

When she got home, Fu Jingnian watched his wife walk by with unusual emotions.

"What happened? Did the talk with Willow go poorly?" Fu Jingnian looked at his wife.

Seeing Fu Jingnian, Catherine finally couldn't hold back. She put on a pitiful face and buried herself in Fu Jingnian's chest, crying loudly.

"Wahhh wahhh, it's over between them. This time it's really over. And I've been so awful! I was basically an evil mother-in-law, wahhh." Catherine cried in Fu Jingnian's arms.

Fu Jingnian could only helplessly smooth his wife's back, over and over.

"Did Willow blame you?" Fu Jingnian asked.

"It's because she didn't blame me, so I hate myself even more! Wahhh."

Catherine replayed every slight and occasional cold remark she'd given Willow in the past. Were those also like hidden knives stabbing Willow? Actually, hadn't she also hurt Willow?

Fu Jingnian tried to ask more, but Catherine wouldn't say more. He could only keep comforting her.

Catherine had promised Willow not to make a big deal of it. She didn't want more people to know.

After seeing off Catherine, Willow finally exhaled.

She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. There was a feeling of relief.

It would get better. It would definitely get better. Right?