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Chapter 973
Knowing he could not hide the truth from Catelyn at this point, Grandpa Albert sheepishly admitted,
"Master Cedrick didn't do it on purpose."
"Even if it wasn't on purpose, he shouldn't hit you!"
Grandpa Albert took care of Cedrick for so many years. To Catelyn, Cedrick had no business
whatsoever to hit an old man like this.
'What the hell is he doing?! That's not a good excuse to hit Grandpa Albert!' "Is the pick-me-up ready?
When it's done, bring it over and feed it to him." Grandpa Albert looked at Catelyn's lower abdomen
concernedly, and then at the unconscious Cedrick. Cedrick accidentally knocked over a vase before
she came, and the broken piece cut his ankle, causing him to bleed.
Master Cedrick had to be awake, otherwise, it would be inconvenient for the doctor to treat the wound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGrandpa Albert asked a maid to get the sobering soup and stretched out his hand to help Cedrick.
"Master Cedrick, didn't you keep calling for your wife just now? She's here now. May I help you to sit on
the couch so you can take your pick-me-up?"
Catelyn turned around to take the soup handed over by the maid when all of a sudden, she suddenly
heard a low groan.
"Ahh!"
Catelyn turned and noticed that Cedrick had once more pushed Grandpa Albert, sending him lying on the floor with
his right hand pressing his back.
"What pick-me-up? Who said I'm drunk? I'm not!" snarled Cedrick, his expression contorted darkly.
His expression took all the maids by surprise, and Grandpa Albert's cry of pain stopped abruptly.
Catelyn doubted her own eyes and ears and hurried over to help Grandpa Albert, but just as she took a few steps,
the irate Cedrick suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.
"What are you doing here? You're pregnant. You shouldn't be running around! You should care about the baby in
your belly.
"Oh.-that's right, life is unfair. After all, it's neither up to you nor me to decide the child's destiny..."
Catelyn was baffled by his mumbles and thought he was talking nonsense.
Sure enough, his breath smelled like the rich, fragrant aroma of wine. It was hard not to think that he was drunk
and crazy.
The closer she got to him, the stronger the smell of the wine was, so much so that she felt nauseous just inhaling.
She stretched out her hand to push him away, worrying that she would vomit at any given moment, but Cedrick just
refused to let go.
When Grandpa Albert saw the confrontation between the two, he was terrified.
Disregarding his sprained waist, he got up from the ground and anxiously reasoned, "Master Cedrick, you're
dragging your wife. Missus Mason is pregnant, so please be careful! It's okay to push me, but please don't push
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMissus Mason..."
'Missus? 1 Cedrick seemed to have regained his sanity as he stared blankly at the woman in front of
him, and he suddenly let her go by reflex, slightly frowning. "Catelyn? When did you come?"
He had been drunk-talking all along.
Deciding to snap him from his stupor, she brought the pick-me-up toward Cedrick and said, "You want
to drink? Alright, here you go."
Cedrick's eyes moved from her face to the bowl in her hand, thinking it was wine.
A few seconds later, he took the soup and brought it to his lips expressionlessly. He then sniffed it
before suddenly throwing the bowl to the floor. "Do you think I'm drunk? Do you think I can't tell the
difference between the smell of wine and water?"
The bowl fell to the ground with a thud and shattered into pieces, just like the antique vases he had
broken.
Catelyn subconsciously took a step back and gritted her teeth. It turned out that he was not drunk
enough to be able to distinguish between the smell of wine and the pick-me-up soup. That meant he
knew he had pushed Grandpa Albert.
If he could not pull himself together, he would not be able to sober up before sunrise.
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