An Impossible Marriage

An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 184

Nina's face paled to a ghastly white as she grumbled, “I'm staying in Christopher's house, yet I have to give in to your cat? Hey, I'm the human here. So, why do I have to tolerate a cat? Why can't you just put it in the yard? Letting it inside will only bring germs, and fur, along with its potential wild nature. All these are detrimental to us.” She paused for a bit before adding, “Not to mention that your body is also weak now. If you were to get pregnant again, you would have to screen for parasite infection, for the baby might end up having birth defects or even becoming a stillborn baby!”

Straightening up her back, Margaret yelled through gritted teeth, “Why don’t you just stop staying here, then? I'm the lady of this house, so I don't think I need approval from anyone before I rear my own pet, let alone from a guest like you!” She then went on, “Look. I know it's Tabby’s fault to hurt you. But it would not scratch you for no reason, okay? I am so sorry. Why don't I pay for your vaccination? Will that be okay?”

Wearing a darkened countenance, Nina covered the wound on her arm and ran to the room upstairs. The sound of her slamming the door came clear as a bell downstairs.

Perhaps Christopher had overheard the women’s conversation. He went into Nina's room, seemingly to be discussing something. Soon enough, Nina dragged her luggage out of the room and stormed downstairs while talking on the phone.

Judging by her tone, she was most likely on the line with her father, Charles.

Christopher grabbed her phone in an instant and said, “It's not that serious, Mr. Moore. Meg's just in a bad mood because of the miscarriage, and Nina merely got scratched by my cat. I'll bring Nina to the clinic later. Everything's fine, so don't worry.”

Margaret, in turn, completely ignored them. They can do whatever they want to. If worse comes to worst, let me be the scapegoat, then. It's no big deal.

Nina, however, did not seem to have the intention to leave. As soon as she hung up the phone, she complained to Christopher with reddened eyes, “So, it's my fault to be scratched by the cat? Why did she have to talk like that? You heard that, too, right? She said she’s the lady of this house, and she said that right to my face as if I'm fighting over it!” She continued to lament, “Back when we knew each other, she wasn't even there! If my father didn’t ask me to stay here after coming back from abroad, I don’t even want to come here! He already bought me a house, but I can't move in yet because of the renovation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to be pushed around like this!" Christopher was starting to lose his patience, but he had no idea who he needed to blame, Without saying a word, he dragged Nina's luggage back to the room. In the end, Nina sull followed him downstairs and sat by the dining table, getting ready for dinner,

At that juncture, Tabby was suill hiding under the couch, refusing to come out, Margaret merely sat beside Tabby. She had to choke back her anger and live with it, but she did not want Tabby to suffer the same fate.

“It's time for dinner, Margaret,” Christopher called out to her.

Margaret mumbled, “I'm not eating.”

Suppressing his emotion, Christopher approached her and pulled her up from the floor. “Are you still a kid? Come and have dinner!"

At that point, Margaret had had enough of his hypocritical acts. She flung his hands off and fumed, “If you can’t hold back, you can just blow up. You know you can treat me the usual way. You don't have to pretend to be calm and collected, as I know you inside and out!”

Christopher's face finally turned icy—cold. “I know you're upset with me because of Jenson, but we can slowly talk things out after dinner. Right now, you have to take your bloody dinner. Don’t make me repeat myself!”

Seeing Christopher's rage, Nina's pitiful visage instantly changed to shock. She had never seen that side of him. It was poles apart from his usual warm and gentle look.

Margaret began to smirk, but her eyes darkened to pitch-black. “Finally! That's the reaction I'm looking for. You listen up. I don’t want to have my dinner, and I don“t want to share the same dining table with you. I just don’t want to see your face! Now, if you're still unclear, I can repeat myself a million times over!”

Silence engulfed the atmosphere. Elizabeth then hurried over to stand between the couple. “Let's have dinner first, Mrs. Lewis. You can talk about anything after dinner. Please don't always provoke Mr. Lewis. Please be good.”