Memories Of The Night 192 Chapter 192: Claire Dislikes Katrina

In the Brook villa, Marcellus's parents, Edwin and Claire, are having breakfast together when Claire's phone rings.

Claire puts down the egg she is peeling and answers the call. "h.e.l.lo."

Edwin finishes the rest of his bowl of porridge. Arranging his cuffs, he stands up and takes his coat from the maid standing nearby and prepares to go to work.

He doesn't hear the person Claire is talking to, but he sees a panic flash on her face. She cries out, "What?"

Edwin pauses at the sound and looks at her. "What's wrong?"

Claire quickly calms down and smiles at him. "It's nothing. One of the stocks I purchased recently went down again. Don't worry about it; go to work."

Edwin shakes his head helplessly, putting on his coat before leaving.

As soon as Edwin leaves, the calm expression on Claire's face crumples as she struggles not to panic. Distraught, she goes upstairs and says to the phone in a low voice, "What do you mean Marcellus had a car accident? I told you to hire someone to hit that woman, why is Marcellus the one who's hurt!"

"Mrs. Brook, the driver was aiming for the woman, but just as he was about to hit her, Mr. Brook suddenly rushed over and pushed her aside. The driver didn't have time to stop, so..."

"I told you to do this while Marcellus was gone! Why did you do it while he was there!"

"Mrs. Brook, the woman was by herself at the time," the person says defensively. "Mr. Brook came out of nowhere!"

"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner! How is Marcellus now? If anything happens to him, I won't let you go!" Claire's voice becomes frantic as she speaks.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Brook. The driver was scared out of his mind when he realized what happened. He fled Abbe before he called me about it," the man explains. "I went to the hospital, and Mr. Brook is going to be fine. He just needs to stay in bed for a while. He'll make a full recovery."

After all, Claire is a mother, and Marcellus is her only son.

Because she doesn't want Marcellus to marry a humble and penniless woman, she wants to separate them. But Marcellus loves the woman deeply.

Her son has always been obedient in the past, but he refuses to budge and repeatedly argues with her because of that woman. So Claire decides to hire someone to hit the woman and cause a fake car accident.

After she gets rid of the woman, Marcellus will move on from his ridiculous fantasy.

But this is the complete opposite of what she wanted.

The news that her son had a car accident makes Claire anxious and worried. In a state of panic, she hangs up the phone and changes her clothes before rus.h.i.+ng out in a hurry.

At the hospital ward, Katrina comes in with a takeout bag.

"Marcellus, are you hungry?" she asks. "I asked the doctor, and he said that you could eat something light. I bought some porridge for you."

Lying in the hospital bed, Marcellus feels an indescribable sense of happiness when he sees how attentive Katrina is in taking care of him.

Katrina sits on the chair next to his bed and takes out a Styrofoam bowl of steaming porridge. Opening the lid, she is about to feed Marcellus when he suddenly grabs her hand.

"Katrina, you've been up all night. Get some rest now." He holds her hand and says in a tender tone, "Seeing you so tired makes me feel bad."

Marcellus's eyes are full of affection, making Katrina's cheeks involuntarily turn red.

"But you just got out of surgery," Katrina replies worriedly. "You must be weak."

Marcellus chuckles. "It's not my arm that's hurt. Besides, I can call a nurse if I need anything."

"Marcellus!" Just then, the door of the hospital room is pushed open, and a harried woman rushes in.

Katrina turns to the newcomer, pulling her hand away from Marcellus's and standing up beside the bed.

Marcellus is surprised to see his mother when he looks up. "Mom, why are you here?"

Claire sits on the bed, holding Marcellus's face in her hands. "I heard you got into a car accident. Does it hurt, my son?"

Marcellus feels a little embarra.s.sed to be doted on so blatantly by his mother in front of his girlfriend. He coughs awkwardly and says, "Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry so much."

He wanted to avoid telling his family about the accident to keep them from worrying. But to his surprise, they already found out.

This is Katrina and Claire's first meeting. Although Marcellus knows that his mother doesn't approve of Katrina, he takes Katrina's hand and introduces her, "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Katrina Miller."

Meeting her boyfriend's mother for the first time is a little nerve-wracking. Katrina replies politely, "h.e.l.lo, Mrs. Brook."

Claire turns her head and looks at the pretty girl before her eyes. Despite how displeased she is, she doesn't dare act rudely in front of her son. She approaches Katrina with a kind smile on her face. "Katrina, Marcellus talks about you a lot. You're very beautiful."

Taking Katrina's hand, she jokes, "We're practically family. No need to be so polite, you can call me 'Aunt.'"

Katrina has no idea that a n.o.blewoman like Claire could be so mild-mannered and kind. Upon meeting her, she realizes where Marcellus' elegance comes from. Her nervous heart relaxes a little. "Aunt Brook," she obliges sweetly.

"How lovely!" Claire praises. "I'd love to have such a nice and sensible daughter like you!"

Marcellus smiles at Katrina and Claire's friendly interaction. Fortunately, Claire doesn't make trouble for Katrina.

"Katrina, you must have stayed up all night. Go home and get some rest. You don't need to worry now that my mother is here." Marcellus urges gently, unable to bear Katrina pus.h.i.+ng herself for his sake.

Katrina looks at Marcellus and Claire before she nods. "Okay. Aunt Brook, I'll go ahead. Marcellus, please take it easy and get some rest."

After Katrina leaves the room, Marcellus turns to Claire with a pleasing look. "Mom, isn't Katrina such a nice and beautiful girl?"

At the sight of her bandaged son's proud and satisfied expression, Claire doesn't have the heart to refuse him. Pursing her lips, she takes the porridge and changes the topic. "Come on, let your mother feed you some porridge."

A nice and beautiful girl?

Claire never liked Katrina, and meeting her won't change her opinion.

Although Katrina is pretty and looks innocent, there are many beautiful young girls nowadays. She doesn't want Marcellus to marry a girl just because she has a pretty face.

Her son deserves the best, and he can do a lot better than Katrina.