CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

Seeing that Rome wasn’t focusing on him, Charles struggled to his feet and tried to walk out of the

office, but Rome’s voice stopped him in his track, “Where do you think you are going?”

Chills ran down Charles’s spine as he held in his breath. Then he slowly turned around to look at Rome

and said, “I’m going to the hospital to get my wrist check.”

“You can do that after we go to see your grandfather,” Rome uttered with a straight face.

Frowning, Charles clenched his jaw as he thought, ‘If only you weren’t Rome Ford, and if only I haven’t

seen how you body-slam people, I would have given you a piece of my mind.’

Swaying his gaze off Rome, Charles looked at Catherine and said, “I’m in pain. Can you make your

husband understand that and allow me to seek medical treatment first? It's not like I'm some criminal!”

“A broken wrist won’t kill you, Charles.” Catherine casually said with not a care in her eyes.

Frustrated, Charles hardened his face and lashed out, “This is unacceptable! Is this why you called

him, to assault me and treat…”

“K!” Rome called out, ignoring Charles’ words.

A few seconds later, K walked into the office and then said, “Yes, boss.”

“Please, escort my dear cousin-in-law to my wife’s car, and if he gives any problem with accomplishing

this task, use any means necessary to get him to the Barlow mansion.”

The hair on Charles’ neck stood as he stared at Rome's icy gaze and deadpan expression, realizing

that Rome wasn’t kidding.

“Yes, boss!” K humbly said.

Then he darted his eyes to Charles, frowned, and said, “Let’s go!”

Knowing not to push his luck, Charles obediently walked ahead of K, suppressing the rage that ate at

him.

A few minutes later, Catherine and Rome were in the backseat of his vehicle, and the ride was silent for

a couple of minutes as Mr. Orlando drove.

Staring at the windshield with a dull look in her eyes, Catherine sighed deeply, and Rome swayed his

gaze on her, staring at her in concern.

Then he rested his palm on the back of her hand and asked, “How are you holding up?”

“Not good,” Catherine mumbled, feeling annoyed. “I worked so hard for everything, and now, in a day, I

have lost it all just within the blink of an eye.”

“I’m sorry, babe. If not for this entire puppet master,”

“It’s not your fault, hon. With or without the help of the puppet master, my family was still going to mess

things up. That's the exhausting part in all of this, striving to help and all they do is suppress me.”

For a moment, Rome said nothing as he gazed at Catherine. Then when she felt his eyes on her,

Catherine stared away from the windshield, gazing at him.

“What is it?” Catherine softly asked.

“If I asked you to come over to me completely, it would be selfish of me, won’t it?” Rome mumbled,

staring deep into her eyes.

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“Nothing,”

After giving her a quick smile, Rome laced his fingers with hers and looked away from Catherine. But

she kept her eyes on him as his words rang in her mind.

Finally, Mr. Orlando drove the car into the yard, and a few distances behind them was Catherine’s

vehicle.

Rushing into the living room, Susanna stopped a few feet away from Madam Rosey and humbly said,

“Ma’am, Miss Catherine, along with Sir Charles is here!”

After hearing those words, Mr. Barlow cleared his throat and frowned as he glared at the living room

entrance.

Ignoring her maid, madam Rosey stared at her husband and asked, “Are you sure that you didn’t

change the will?”

“Woman, what are you calling me, a liar?!” Mr. Barlow lashed out, scowling at her with rage burning in

his eyes.

“I just want to make sure that this is all Charles’ fault, and our grandson-in-law has no reason to get

mad at us! We can't afford to lose his favor!”

“Do you think I don't know that, and I’m not worried too?!”

"You think Catherine told him about this?"

As Mr. Barlow was about to reply, Madam Rosey suddenly jumped to her feet when she saw Catherine

and smiled at him before saying, “Honey, our lovely granddaughter is here!”

“Ahaha, Catherine! Welcome! Please, come and sit!” Mr. Barlow heartily said, standing to his feet.

Then he looked over Catherine's shoulder and asked, "Where's Rome?"

"It's just me," Catherine said, smiling at her grandfather.

"Oh, okay. Come and sit."

Scowling, Charles stopped at the doorway and watched as Catherine took a seat on the couch.

As Mr. Barlow was about to sit down, his eyes met with Charles’ bitter expression, and he clutched his

fist as he shouted, “You brat! What did you do? How dare you fabricate the deeds to steal the

properties from your cousin!”

“Fabricate! Steal! You got this all wrong, grandfather! The family lawyer did these papers, and you

willingly signed them. I have photos to prove it.” Charles calmly uttered, “Also, isn’t cousin married to a

billionaire? What’s the use of giving her the family properties!”

“It is because she is married to a billionaire that these properties would be profitable with her because

of the connection she will get and the growth,” Madam Barlow lashed out, pausing when she noticed

Catherine scowling at her.

Then she let out a nervous chuckle and mumbled, “But most of all, she is hardworking and the only one

who hasn’t wasted the family money or stolen it!”

Even though she was annoyed with her grandmother's pretentious remark, Catherine kept a calm

expression on her face and looked at her uncles, realizing her dad wasn't among them, and so was her

mother.

Finally pulling himself away from his thought, Mr. Barlow lowered his brows and asked, “Did you say

Quincy did the papers, and I signed it?”

Immediately, Mr. Barlow clutched his fist, and a look of fear clouded his eyes as he mumbled to himself,

“What have I done?!”

Everything suddenly came rushing back to Mr. Barlow, and after his memories finally made complete

sense, anger was the only thing Mr. Barlow felt.

The living room immediately fell silent, and everyone's focus got drawn to Mr. Barlow when he abruptly

shouted, “That bastard!”

Then a look of shock suddenly crossed everybody's face when he took off his slipper and ran toward

Charles.

Before Charles could think about stepping back, Mr. Barlow grabbed his shirt and started viciously

hitting him with the slipper while yelling, “How could you do this to your own grandfather? How

heartless can you get!”

When Mr. Barlow hit his wounded wrist, darkness clouded Charles's eyes, and with not a single care on

his face, he yanked his shirt out of Mr. Barlow’s grip and shoved him, causing his grandfather to lose

his balance and fall hard to the tile before screaming out the pain.

"Honey! Madam Rosey cried as tears settled in her eyes.

“Grandpa!... Charles! What have you done?!” Catherine shouted with a look of pure fear on her face.

With not the slightest bit of remorse in his eyes, Charles hardened his face, and his expression grew

cold as he said, "What? You all did nothing when he attacked me! I had to defend myself!"